Strangers Welcome Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Strangers Welcome



Words become addiction,
A belief of being able to breathe,
Stranger whom I barely know,
A candle that flickers only knowing to flicker,
A space soon felt by warmth,
A simple caress,
Although physical,
I admit, the thought that burns still lingers on,
Even after were gone,
Slow burns that toss and turn,
Coming to a realization that it too is a stranger,
A stranger to the wick from which it burns,
A familar touch that represents future,
One of unity,
Words become addiction,
Making sense of it all,
Stranger whom I barely know,
Become the wick from which light burns,
Let the wax melt into itself,
Giving its essence to the horizon,
A colored ocean that paints the footprints of where we've been,
Everywhere we hope to go,
Stranger whom I barely know,
Ignite the tightly woven wick that burns,
Without bound without reguard to depth,
Ignite an fire to which the devil himself would fear to touch

Monday, December 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kumarmani Mahakul 22 December 2014

Everywhere we hope to go. Wonderful poem shared on. Really beautiful sharing.

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Kewayne Wadley

Kewayne Wadley

Groton, Connecticutt
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