Friday, April 6, 2012


A candle it motions peace and grace
In grandeur shimmers without a face
Flicking movements of different stories
The light in darkness shining glory
Hard in stance and driven by fire
Melting away every single desire
Each drip slowly reveals a form
In virtue given proclaims reborn
Reshaping matter deep within
Laid of hardened space it is in
Nothing to blame when it is blind
By power destiny and time
Of what it wishes to become
A light more driven by the sun
An element held of hands that care
In eyes given more than a stare
Of purpose that only one can see
For all of which it was meant to be

Racquel, Founder
Artist's Square
~A Place Where Artists Go~


  1. This is a lovely poem and I also like the style of your blog.

  2. thanxx for this lovly poem


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