the candle burned through the night. I turned many times to watch itó not really caring to sleep. turning back I would see the dim fire folding shadows into your light hair: you faced the wall. held there between fading candle and you, I felt dawn sifting in through curtain cracks. it was then I blew the flame out and the new light took over. my eyes closed. you did not know any of this; you were sleeping.
© 1972, 1996 Leslye Layne Russell
This poem was published in
the July 1998 issue of One Dog Press.