Candlelight

Candlelight A soft golden glow bathes the room in its warmth The world stops for a moment … Time stands still and allows our trials and worries To fade into a tranquil blanket of peace and security A softhearted melody emerges in the background Giving birth to the personality of the night White curtains of lace flirt with a summer breeze As playful shadows dance freely across the room Framed memories of yesterday adorn a dusty mantle. While next to them lie a fragrant bouquet of crimson roses Dusting the air with their sweet scent of serenity Soon a gentle night rain begins its lullaby A pair of shining footprints reflect the candlelight In a path leading from a warm bath to the bedroom Light sounds of passion and laughter echo off the walls As this home is filled with the beauty of love and life By Brian K. Walters

The Writer

The Writer Sometimes I sit here wondering what to write. Do I write about you? How losing you shattered my life, Or do I write about you in the present tense? To fool myself and the reader, Into thinking everything is still ok. Shall I reminisce about the day I proposed? Or how life used to dance in your eyes, And I felt so complete. Do I let my pain and anger flow into words, Hiding my tears behind thin scrolls of ink As I confess my sorrow? Maybe I’ll write about someone else, So for a moment I can live their life And hide from mine. I know, I’ll write about a sunset, Or a morning cup of coffee! That seems safe. No, that won’t work. A sunset reminds me of your beauty And you died in the morning. Brian K Walters