The Candle is Burning

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    The Candle is Burning

    The candle is burning the heart,

    With wick and light as one,

    Melting through the limbs,

    The skin,

    The soul and body bleeding apart, 

    Flagging the solid ground for landing,

    My eyes bug out like the sun through a spyglass,

    I can see outside the lines,

    The purple rain,

    I can see everything,

    The sky is blue and yet,

    The shadows cross the murky stems of your eyes,

    Your silence is even loud,

    But I see where sea kisses land,

    And where land cradles the horizon, 

    I see the words behind the action,

    Such loving and tender words.

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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