Portrait
I remember a flickering candle:
a sedative of light and darkness –
a memory from childhood.
Light was soft and tranquilising
and sleep just a gentle puff away.
You were the bright light in my life,
a source of illuminative insight.
But your sparkle suddenly waned
when death’s ill wind blew out your flame.
The lights go out – an electricity failure –
the canvas becomes a ghostly surface.
Lingering shapes suspended in the dark –
your portrait waiting to be drawn.
The anguish of an unfinished painting!
A meteor shower lightens up the sky
– so many wishes fade into oblivion!