Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Two Candles

I see spotlight in a solitary room
Room where most spaces invisible
Two lights carry on against the wind
Hand-in-hand as far they can

I grab the door raise them both
But like hell my legs stumble by the block
As my body collides with hostile floor
Eyes get harder to even see

It is wrong that me the candles need
To protect them fighting the wind
It is me who is in need
To defend me against the blind