That tiny light, lit with intention.
Gone in a few brief moments.
But how it burnt brightly!
With Aves and with hope and love!
Warming for an archangel,
Lit with prayer, lit with tears.
The disinterest of well wishes.
For all will be well.
And it will be well.
Perhaps not as we know nor wish
For life is fickle
But love remains.
For I will always love you
I will always need you as my lungs need air
I will always desire you as the lark longs for nightfall
And you will always be the one I light the candle for.
Paul Russell: Musings 