The nights of the future are behind us
like a circle of unlit candles –
silver, cold, and deadly little candles.
The nights of the past move ahead,
a lovely line of warm lit candles;
the farthest ones are now flaming,
golden candles, reaching, and rising.
As I light the black candles of the future,
the past ones slowly fade and die, one by one;
I touch the dark power of the future
and notice my hands are aflame…
As I look at the circle of black candles
the ceremony of life alters the world…
– Steven Craig Hickman ©2014 Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author is strictly prohibited.