Beneath the candle’s shadow I flamed my soul with hope, wiped down the sorrow and lightened a spirit out of the separate pieces, I wrote for you the words that’s meant to be unsaid, threw the letters all over a paper I had always saved underneath my pillow, each night I write for you till I weep, and so I’ll always will.
But a night shall come where all the lights will fade along the fire of the candle which can no longer survive, and as that darkened night comes, I shall write for you no more, but till then, I will lay my troubled words upon the white sheet, I will tell you about the silence of the night, tuned with rain drops unto my wooden roof, I will tell you about the hours I spent watching the fire fades away little by little, and have I told you about the dawn before? It shines so brightly, wasting the dim light of the candle within the morning yarns, oh the dawn, always fools me with a fresh hope, turns off the candle and tears apart my filled up sheets, but don’t worry my friend, I won’t be fooled again, this night I will not wait for the dawn to rise, this night I shall be released, so don’t shed your tears if you read my words, but embrace them, for they have always been burdened with mine.
Tonight the candle’s shadow will vanish, and set the darkness on my scattered sheets, and now I can comfortably close my eyes and sleep before the rising of dawn, leaving my shattered spirit rests on the papers waiting to be found, to tell my story of midnight.
This piece was taken from:
In The Silence Of Beauty