Posted on April 15, 2007 at 2:22 AM
A lovely friend of mine has written a poem for me, needless to say I am delighted, what could be nicer than that.
Anyhow here it is and I hope you like it as much as I do.
by Joy McCall
She moves the hot flame
Over and around the glass
Again and again,
The melting colours roll and twist
And circle, slow-dancing together.
She is spellbound, bewitched, entranced,
But too soon the music dies,
The dance ends,
The flame goes out,
The colours cool,
And holding the shining bead in her tired hands,
She sees all the little loose pieces of her soul,
Trapped in the sinuous swirls forever.