Scarlet candles, going nowhere
Hidden chambers, forlorn angels,
After midnight
secret despair
Scarlet candles.
Tears of passion through life’s trials.
For spent pleasures never compare,
Where hope shines bright, through pure vials,
Loves desire, each beat aware,
Beautiful grace, tender ripples,
Divine tremor each vein prepare
Scarlet candles.
(Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white
as snow – Isaiah 1:18)
A Roundel Written for Poets United – The Heart
