One Lit Candle

The smell of smoke from a wooden match.

One lit candle, pink
casts shadows on soft walls.

Echoes of strings call,
and summon.

Silence and peace.
Thoughts flicker, and cease.
The light is the focus.
Yellow white, blue glass at its base.
Bright, and shining silence around this place.
It fills the mind, one point in space.
Stillness.
It fills the mind.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.