She Stood Before Me
By Nathan Burgoine
Posted to alt.cuddle March 7, 1997
A green candle stood before me,
and smiled with waxy lips.
And with every word I spoke with her,
her silent tears as drips,
flowed down along her slender form,
and down her smoothest side,
misshaping her with every drop,
and still her arms were wide.
A green candle stood before me,
with such a lovely light,
that granted all in darkness,
the wonderous gift of sight.
A green candle stood before me,
but slowly did she die.
Her every tear was killing her,
and so I asked her why,
she granted light for all of us,
a light we did not earn,
and why did she gives us heat and warmth,
for nothing in return?
A green candle stood before me,
and she laughed at me as well.
She said, 'You think my feet in heaven,
and believe my hair in hell.'
She giggled when I spoke once more,
to warn her she would fade.
She shrugged a waxen head of hair,
blinked eyes of liquid jade.
'I am aware of what I do,
and aware of how I life.
I am aware of what I pay,
the price for what I give.'
She shook her head and laughed once more,
and told me not to cry.
'I grant light, and I give you warmth.
It is me. I don't ask why.'
Nathan Burgoine
Carleton University
nburgoin@chat.carleton.ca
Salter Fan Club Cruise Director
