Candles

In the darkest hour they glow.

My anchors of light,

shall tie me to my sanity,

in the darkness of the night.

 

Their flames bright and bold,

my angles of light.

With wings of wax,

and flaming halos of gold.

 

Their little spirits burn bright,

my protectors of light.

A safety beacon above their heads they hold,

that I know will never grow old.

 

In the darkest hour they glow.

My friends of light.

With our souls bound tight,

our minds curl upward,

like smoke in the night…

 

This poem is dedicated to all of our souls, which even in our darkest days, have always been our little candles that guide us through life.

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