Dwight Stevers: Poetry – Candle in the Wind

	Poetry
	Dwight Stevers

Candle in the Wind
- for Steven
There is no poetry for you. My words slide quietly down and drop like melting wax from your fingertips. The wind does you more justice, the crashing waves. I can but speak or write. I cannot capture you. There is no warmth for you. My body is not the sun. My soul is a candle flame, flickering. It casts only shadows where you have been. Dawn is yours. I cannot light your way. There is no place for you. You may find me in a grain of sand, an empty room. You are everywhere. I am but a brief moment.

Candle in the Wind

- for Steven

There is no poetry for you.
My words slide quietly down
and drop like melting wax
from your fingertips.
The wind does you more justice,
the crashing waves.
I can but speak or write.
I cannot capture you.

There is no warmth for you.
My body is not the sun.
My soul is a candle flame,
flickering.
It casts only shadows
where you have been.
Dawn is yours.
I cannot light your way.

There is no place for you.
You may find me
in a grain of sand,
an empty room.
You are everywhere.
I am but a brief moment.

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