What is life
But a flicker of a candle
In the cold wind
That center which burns
Sanguine
From the heart
And who am I
But a tiny flicker of
That flame
That flame which has
Gone out
Without you
Without your love
Like a silhouette
Scorned of its shadow
A sky without the blue
And it is I
That flame which can no longer burn
Without the air
That is
You..
- Ken Riccio original poems ©
