A Candle, Guttered
betrayed by this soft groove
a fountainhead of hot time
melted in darkness
its bequest an uneven trail
pale witness of lives
traded for a compendium of importance
or of trivia perhaps
did we notice
or were we overcome by such moments
a testimony compiled from abstract fragments
like a seed-cloud
airborne in a ripe dandelion field
perhaps one seed settled
here or here
an idea given the chance to root
and begin the cycle again
perhaps we talked about dandelions
and what weeds were
no more you said than ideas growing
where they were not wanted
I thought of our past
and what had separated us
and how a guttered candle
might tell the whole story
Ian Gouge - Writer 