Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Candle Light

Candle Light
by Jason Motsch

By candle light I write,
waiting for him to arrive home.
A quiet assurance of anticipation's delivery.
His face is divine.
He is a radiant starborne bird
Flying by my side as we walk the country roads
that quilt the hill country of our lives.
We paint a dream together realized on a
Love splashed canvas of living rainbow light.
We avoid the radar of vultures and 
Soar into each other's days and nights
like angels of old Gods,
their eyes gleaming like candle light,
shining from my eyes as I write this tonight,
waiting for him to walk through the door.
God I'm in love!

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