As I Am The Candle In The Wind .................. (11)

The beauty when impaled by the dagger of age When time would blame her bruised veiled As I am the candle in the wind with smiles frozen Tossing up in the rain like unstocked leaves. her purple eyes yielding red roll upon Conjured by love impalpable yet unseen Being intruded into the void etching dusts Of smiles that may be flirting to the fire. her vision new fangled endless not yet eternal Like a gentle sky nudging the dusty wind Rambling like rain across lightening and fire Stemming up the laughter of love intoned ever. As she shines up on the steps in cascading steeped in love bestirred by the applause attired Beaming like a blue moon sky over fettered by stars Staining the deep darkness from the night apart. When it never uncovers her blindfolded as yet As time would blush her bruised unearthly And I am the candle in the air tossing up in the wind May be like a rain bequeathing the smiles agile