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Candles Never Spent


If you can’t see me raise your gaze,
you will follow me, by following the flight of the swallows,
you will hear me in the flap of a butterfly’s wings,
I’ll be the flame of a candle
that burns slowly,
the smile of a peaceful soul,
I’ll be the Holy Water that’s poured onto your head.

I’ll sit beside you,
with my hands full of gifts
and words flowing from my lips.

I’ll be scent and sweat,
while collecting words of solitude
and gratitude,
while collecting crumbs
from every table
to gift them to you
in the form of a prayer,
counting the beads of a rosary hour by hour.

My hands don’t leaf through the pages of life,
I have nothing to offer you but love,
the candle hasn’t been spent,
nor has the smile,
until you’re here to hold me in your heart.


Al di là del mare, Dialoghi DiVersi/Beyond the Sea, 2018
~ Anna Ciardullo Villapiana ©

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