Candle Light

Candle Light

Dark descends upon us,

You love low lamps,

Cats curl,

You read by a table lamp,

I envision you,

In olden days,

With a candle stick,

Yes, with candle light,

We do light the fire,

In the winter,

We are pretty simple here,

And, as your pretty eyes fade,

Your low lamp is extinguished,

Some ink from my pen is pushed,

Onto parchment,

My candle,

Extinguished,

Cats curl,

I feel your hand,

Touch my shoulder,

As, dark descends,

I dissolve,

The only thing I feel,

Is Love.

Peter Lowell Paulson

January 24, 2015