Collection: "Meeting With Aliens"; Photo: "Echoes"Copyright © Paolo Campisi, Sicilian Family Productions,
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A Candle In The Night
My eyes as your eyes,
two focused as one.
Between them the raging of
a pumping flame on top of a candle,
flickering chills around the body,
rippling awareness to the brain.
I hear a rustling at my door,
the window's open,
its wind, no more.
I hear a whispering on the wind,
a woman's voice does softly sing.
This song ripples and echoes into my life.
"Somehow now so far from near,
always there, rarely here,
surely missed, a smile, the sparkle in your eye."
In her song, I felt her sadness,
'could hear her cry.
A part of you, a part of me,
apart from love,
from what I see.
If only time can show us how
to stop our days from going foul.
P. J. Campise
