around a blue tinted moon
igniting failing stars
with a candle of hope.
Our wings of silver
sparkle in the sun
as we sail in a cosmic smile
looking down on frailing things
touching them with the gentle flame
from our candle of hope.
Rejuvenating all of whom
touch the candle flame,
awakening their inner light
so it will shine bright again.
10 October 2009
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