Hope springs eternal. That’s just, the way it glows.<\/p>\n
Flame In The Darkness<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n There is a flame “You can hold the candle, but you cannot hold the flame. If you ever touch that fire, you will never be the same.” –Joe Jencks<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\nIn the darkness
\nAwe weighs more
\nThan mirror fact
\nThis flame is both
\nBefore and after
\nSee change
\nAs one
\nBetter
\nThan book ends
\nEnraptured in flames
\nWitch cast no shadow
\nAnd is at home
\nA mist the darkest pitch
\nAs the brighter it peers
\nIn solidarity
\nWith every last won
\nThe flame first bows gently
\nIn recognition of destruction
\nComing fourth
\nNever quite placing
\nThat which can never be
\nThe same
\nPassing in the night
\nA mother flicker
\nThat darkest pitch
\nEven a starstruck hurl
\nBut a tip of the hat
\nTo death’s grip
\nLetting go
\nThat owed flame
\nBecoming knew
\nA spark of compassion
\nA flash of incite
\nIn many ways
\nPositively touched
\nIn efface of death
\nIn other weighs
\nFore awe time
\nUntouchable
\nForever caste away
\nDrinking it awe in
\nStirred but not shaken
\nThat’s just
\nThe way it glows<\/p>\n