Candle

A candle flickers in the darkness.

A small light saying a single word,

But no one can hear it

For it is said so soft,

Like an ancient ritual chant.

Sometimes,

When I look into the yellow of the flame,

An image of you appears,

Moving and drifting,

Dancing to an independent beat.

I wonder where you are,

And I think of those days

When summer seemed forever

And the night never ended.

When you appears in the flicker

Sometimes,

I think I hear the chant of this small light calling to me,

Remember…Remember…Remember…

6/23/1993