Gone again
out of my sight,
yet stuck in my head.
Where does this all lead to?
Down a river's way?
Splashed into mist?
Moved by rocks?
All seems so gray!
Each day we come
Each day we pray,
that things will never be done.
We know the ways
We know the waves,
and the way rocks create sways.
Together we hold
inside and out
but not as in fold,
more as in a letting go.
Just hopping on one leg
drawing with one hand,
tracking with one eye,
swimming in one ear,
seeking the sunlight.
Jodilee Duke
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-candle-light/
