Candles To The Stars in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...

And sometimes the inspiration comes from believing in the promise of the night, and her lovely sky that holds the cards..

“Candles To The Stars”

I am holding candles to the stars
And wishing upon them all
I cannot handle this distance
This inescapable desert
Barren and frigid
Sweltering and surreal
That exists between us

If I were point A on a map
And B were my destination
Would you be there for me?
Waiting and meticulously gauging
The miles I ought traverse
In a broken down charter
You – my stellar cartographer
And I the desperate man
On the oldest-of-them-all mission
Hoping that time would pass
As quickly as the burn
Of the wax I feel
Dripping down my arm
Causes me to blister

I am holding candles to the stars
And wishing upon them all

Sear the words into me
On my scar-riddled chest
And just above
My naked left breast
Stain my soul with your whisper
I am so impatient
So impatiently listening
For any of the saccharine song
That might ever so softly escape
Your crimson-pressed lips

I am holding candles to the stars
And wishing upon them all

Breathe three words into me
And grant me life from this
Cursed existence I have led
Allow me precious moments
To breathe without fear
Repeating your promise
As therein I find true solace
Within your sacred beauty
Within your seraph’s wings

I am holding candles to the stars
And I’m wishing upon them all
And I’m waiting for you
Waiting for you, love,
Waiting for you to fall

© Brian Milici
April 6, 2015

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Oh! Question for you long time ProseBox writers.. are we allowed to post, ahem, “mature” short stories here? I did on OpenDiary for years, but I always included a note at the start that it was for adult readers. I looked and didn’t see this covered anywhere on this site’s FAQ. Thanks in advance! :)