During the wick of one's life.

In the mind's chamber

where lamps and fires

made shadows dance on

cracked moulded ceilings, 

and off white panelled walls;

poetic thoughts from the 

man in the house wrote

of stars and skies, love

and death, of ecstasy,

of better longings and

ballads of olden times.

Sitting in a corner

looking out the window

the winds of time 

wave blowing by

the seconds.

How my own candle

is getting smaller.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

love the metaphors and analogies, Andrew. very smooth read for me... short, crisp, clear lines and images .. drew me in and held me ... very relatable and subtly emotive ..nice job!
E.

[andrew mitchell]

And it’s a very merry Christmas to you Gene and your family, stay safe and enjoy the festive season my friend. Thanks for reviewing my writings my friend especially when your writings are more polished than mine and yet you spare the time, 😀

[Einstein Noodle]

oh c'mon ... we a kin ;)