A stump of candle in its stick
The only light before I sleep
With flame that flickers bright and quick
Where shadows creep.
A figure of light on the wall
That dances round into my dreams
And music plays across the hall
Or so it seems.
A lullaby to close my eyes
With slumber’s thoughts becoming real
And a whisper that gently sighs
The breath I feel.
In dreams I find the distant light
My candle burning ever bright.
© JG Farmer 2014
Form: Sapphic Ode Sonnet