Candles In The WindCandles in the WindObsessed with his one thought the young boy lights another candle. The sparks from the lighter create a miniature fireworks show for a split second and then are engulfed in a yellow blaze from the top of the lighter. The candle catches fire. As the wax begins to run down the sides, one bead hits his light tan finger. The boy does not notice the pain, or the wax that is molding into the cracks and lines of his hand. He watches as the top of the ivory white candle melts down to a still, ripless pool. Gently he sets the candle below the others on the ground. Slowly he lights another and another his mind set on this one thought and patter of the candles and their tiny flames which sit in front of him. Slowly he finishes the first word of his flaming message, pools of wax begin silently to merge together, becoming married to each other and to the delicate pattern. With obsessive care the boy, sitting on his knees lights another candle placing it a few feet away starts th
Spider To The Fly"Come into my den."Said the spider to the fly,To the fly."You can see how beautifulYou are then.A spider never lies.""I must move on Mr. Spider."Replied the Fly,"For I have many chores today."And your forked tounge lies.""My dear fly, I would never lie,Your features are wonderful,My favorite being your eyes.""My eyes are dull and hazey,Old Mr. Spider,But even as your words amaze me,I must be on my way.""Why are you in a hurry,My dear Fly come to my dean and join me,In a cup of tea.And let me gaze upon,your gosamier wings.""My wings are dirty and brown,On, Mr. Spider.I must be on my way,To the other side of town.""Oh graceful Fly,Your tiny feet must be tired,Come and rest them in my den.What fun we'll have then.""My feet are tired today,For the walk was long and hard,Prehaps I could rest a while,But keep your comments kind.""Oh dear Fly my words are always kind,And I did not lie about your eyes,For they taste devine."