By The Candle Light
Peace and quiet
Just ticking of the clocks,
Part of the city in darkness
People are in shock.
I enjoy this
My quiet time to write,
No television set blaring
Just me, by the candle light.
I sit here and watch
The light flicker on the page,
Such a peaceful view
No need to fill with rage.
Scented candles
Are set all aglow,
By the candle light
My thoughts now grow.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Mar.5/2005
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