Candle Sonnet
Poem (Canso):
When the blanket of night settles softly
upon the still page’s snowy plain
But the given word insists upon me
then I bless the fire that fiercely reigns
Atop the silent waxen spire’s slim height
And tis all the better that it wavers so
This dancing ember that defies the night
For an unsteady course wends by its glow.
Yet when the streetlamps dim even in
the busy market districts of the heart
and the word does fail, it is urgent then
To put down my pen and take to the dark
to find waiting there a spark of joy or wrong
the immortal tinder of every song.