Sebastian's Dream

There's a starlight candle encased in crystal;

about to burn out- the wick burning down.

And its light is dim, a little daisy-soft glow;

the forethoughts of some sad coming dream.

On the corner of an aging midnight world;

it lingers, grasping onto phantom galaxies.

The Lamplighter is coming-

hear his leather boots on the cobblestone;

he's humming a tune from autumn-

he's coming to snuff the flame.

Reviews

[alanwgraham]

Oh Anne Marie, this gave me a shiver! There's a cosmic feel of things unwinding in the first verse and then the sensuous lines about the lamplighter., the detail of leather boots, humming a tune. And then I started to grasp that there's a metaphor going on. Very nice!
Regards,
Alan

[An owl on the moon]

Your words create such a deep, rich atmosphere. One can sense the coming darkness, stories unfolding, soft sounds rising. What beautiful symmetry of radiant thought.