The sun set and it was dark
Retrieving faces and weary smiles left
So I became alone.
It was dark, so I lit a candle
Its light lived too small for the room
Its strength proved sullen to wired rings
Yet it lit.
One day the sun rose
And the candles light faded to pass
Though it no longer lived for purpose
I did not blow it out.
Now every time the sun can set
My candle lets no smoke
And one day when wires crash and sink to past
Future knows ill last.
Seen its strength from night within
It lights, it burns, too calm for sin.
By Andrey Heavens (
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Below Is My Poem To Andrey!
When I think of you,
I think of a rose,
Kissed by the morning
A bird souring across a sunrise,
The wind gently brushing its
as it embraces the endless skies.
Dreaming by a lazy
Learning from nature,
What words could not teach.
of a cool stream,
Splashing down a mountain side,
While I sit, and watch
The pure touch of a snow scene,
How it's tender white
Once again makes the world clean.
The rhythm of the falling
Tap, tap, taping my window pane,
When troubles like storm clouds
darken my day,
What do I think of, why, simply Andrey.
to my special friend Andery Heavens.
© 2003 Belinda Smith (All rights reserved)