Another poem: another jumble of words arranged conveniently into a rhyme scheme that have some kind of meaning. Sometimes I don't even make sense to myself….


The Vandal of Flame

I cling to this bleeding flower

As feral, raging tempests sweep

I linger in storms for the hour,

Radiance glows from that shady deep

I hang to this wind battered handhold

As icy showers pour from above

I dream of dreams not dulled

Where the mourning raven is a dove

I clasp this softly flickering candle

As the gale seeks to take the flame

I protect it from that heartless vandal

So devastating, yet with only one name

How long will I wait for a sign,

For that glorious, blazing dawn?

How long until that light will shine?

Hidden, but never gone.