My Candle Light Comments

Your Candle Light It drifted to the pen the flickering light, from yellow to red. So much though comes through of each flame’s play, in fancy true gist like golden winking locks. Everything of its way! So much where it's from it’s never to stay, only twinkling in its spun. Like fires of yesterdays, that life sometimes craves in its many times plays The stories that were told, with so much about; under glimmering fires gold, and its sparkling glow I remember mumblety-peg and fires in darkish bland, As a boy with a scout's tie And friendship so very dear, When days were young at night.

very familiar thoughts, especially the doing things with only half of you (one leg, ear etc) ...i liked this, depressing, but thoughtful...sort of a questioning poem. good job