Poem
by Rebecca Joy Fox (age 15).
Poem:
Shiva candle, candlelight
Has
Two parts --
Interior --
Alternates --
Grey, blue, grey, blue,
But always stays
Bright.
Exterior --
Don't know quite what color to call it.
Not yellow --
Lighter.
Not clear --
There's some tinge.
It's about the same color as the center flowers
on my parents table
But it floats more --
Wanders about,
Through it stays within its range.
Reaches me.
Helps me.
Not as intense as the middle,
From which the flame gets
Life.
But it is the part that touches me --
Delicate,
Gentle,
Subtle,
Yet there.
When the flame runs out,
It will be the part
That stays with me.
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