Below The Window Sill

Below the window sill
the candle burnt
quivering, wavering still in the wind,
as the the sun burst in an explosion of beams
above in the sky in answer to the candle's dream.
The candle heard, a last tremor ran
through the dimmed flame
as the first sun beam
barged in,
leaped over the candle to hold its breath;
the sunbeam felt the thrill
the last of the night's minister of light
had reached the edge
and broken the cage
and the flame ended;
the beam remained;
the candle and the beam were one.
It was a flood of light on the way ahead

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