I tried to light a fire in the forest of your World, fanned flames swirling higher like a flag that is unfurled
I tried to be a beacon on the coastline of your mind, guiding you to safety from a storm that is unkind
Fuel an oil lamp, kerosene, strike a match and cast a gleam, against the window, strikes the pane, the moth is drawn toward the flame.
Light a candle, stoke the coals, laser beams and floodlit goals
Sunlight catchers, shards of light, neon signs blaze through the night.
Chinese lanterns, Diwali, ultraviolet burning me.
I tried illuminating the darkness in your heart, a lamp above a picture illuminating art.
I tried to be a lighthouse brightening the blackened sea, instead of drowning in the waves, you set fire to me.
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Little Whispers
PoetryA collection of poetic prose from the depths of a troubled mind *All images are reproduced from Wordpress Media Gallery
