Last Blaze

The light in the window,

candle in the hall

 

The torch in the jungle

all beacons that call

 

That voice in the distance,

the one just next door

 

The whisper screams loudest,

when heard from afar

 

That flame that once beckoned,

the one that still shines

 

Those rays reconnected,

new vision sublime

 

To see it and hear it,

to know it once more

 

One spark yet to strike

—last blaze still to roar

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

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