The Candle.
When the candle of life burnt bright.
Flames danced in the past, present and future.
Light of ideas and dreams of our home.
Our life watching the water and land changing with the seasons.
Then one day it was over.
I sit in a room, wondering what is my purpose.
The candle that lit my life, my dreams gone.
What changed in me, what changed in you.
Now I can only live in a place.
Never our home. Never a home.
Maybe the candle burnt out.
Perhaps in a lot of lives, the candle needs replaced.
New dreams shared, new eyes to see.
To see the change in the light.
To keep the candle burning bright.
Eye of Seoirse.
Eye of Seoirse 
2 replies on “The Candle”
“to keep the candle burning bright!” we must try! Beautiful and sad!!
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Yes in many ways it is, but I always believed that has a door closes in life another opens. So we may step on to a new path. In some ways its like lighting a new candle.
Thank you for the comment.
Seoirse
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