Out Door Candle

I closed the door and it was so to stay
closed, so I would not see .
I locked the door to only look outside
Through a stained glass window
Shadowing the normal light

Outside a candle glimmered in the blue night sky
So quiet , peaceful it
Welcomed me outside
But here I stayed behind the door
Beside a warm, crackling apple tree.

Curled beside the fire in the hearth,
I was covered by a knitted shawl
Suited for cold winter nights.
Outside the air was fresh and cool and
My eyes stayed glued, like a moth to light

Hypnotic, mystic, it absorbed my lonely heart
It pulled for me forth, this candle of the night
I was a stranger, lost within thick dark walls
bursting to be free, from behind closed doors

The wind began to howl between the trees
Competing with a pack of wolves
Roaming wild and free .
The blowing snow caressed their fur and
Squinting eyes while
I sang a long sad song of life, inside

They heard it from outside the closed locked door
Bewildered, I heard them howling like before
The wolves joined in with the wind and me
Each sang their song in reverie.

Yet I was the one who sat inside,
A stranger, lost within warm walls
Fearing the welcoming candle
of the world outside


A Lady's Life.