:: Purposeful Death Overhead ::

January 4, 2006

I lit a candle -

I couldn't find a regular cake candle
so i lit one that smelled of vanilla,
the kind you'd accoust in an Aromatherapy store,
close your eyes -
and slowly inhale the sweet scent of

the flame twinkled -
but settled into a warm glow
illuminating the smile that faintly traced my lips

"Happy Birthday to me"

I close my eyes
and Wish
another smile (secretive this time, for it holds my dearest desire in it's possession)

blow, blow ye winds from heaven sent!

Happy 19th Alina.

:: Alina 12:04 AM Comments: Post a Comment