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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
ANNIE'S MUSE 
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