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The Candle

The weather turned not quite cold

but wet and chilly, blustery my Mom would say

Reading in my favorite chair by the window

I added a single white taper to my side table

Not warming, but causing a more cozy feeling

as I continued to read


The flickering light began to make me sleepy

as I stopped reading and found myself

drawn to that single flame

I must have dozed because the next thing

I knew it was dark outside and the flame

reflected in the window


Looking around things were different

My house …

My room …

But different

Everything appeared a wavy reflection

as I looked across the room

The clock was not in its normal place

and the time didn’t seem to be correct


A whispered voice called to me

Telling me that time shifted and to

go with the flow …

Enjoy the peacefulness of the

golden candle light until

time shifts once again

I was told …

When the shift happened

I was returned to my world …

My reality …


A sudden chill ran through me

and looking around everything

had returned to normal …

Yet …

Things were not the same

And …

Never would be again …


Copyright © 2016 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie