The Light

The fiery light

Dances in the glass.

The movements it

Illustrates is seen as crass.

The fiery light

Emanates from the wick

What it absorbs.

Its movement has

Now become a

Flick, flick, flick.

The fiery light

Has now achieved piece.

No longer it dances.

No longer it moves.

The light has found

Its rhythm in the night,

The light is

Now still.

No Tears Shall Fall

You’ve been forced to
Love a woman
Where enough is
Never enough.

Don’t be upset.

Her time will come
When one love
Will be the only love;
When the once wandering
Eyes will only be wondering
About you.

Don’t be upset.

Your love was
Never in vain
Because love is
Never in vain.

You’ve been forced to
Love me, a woman, where
Enough is never enough.

But I’m here to
Say that your
Work was not
In vain.

So before
I walk away
I would just like to say
‘Thank you for all
You have done.’