Candle for Mags

I lit a candle in the ancient church Set it burning there with a borrowed flame Amongst ikon saints and high vaulting arch To flicker for a while in your name. It was not a prayer more a memory And a signal for tears unshed ‘til then And the shadows it made were cast on me, You were gone, and not to be seen again. There is a church not far from Larnaca Where the candle has guttered and gone, But the flame lives on in the hearts of us here, Will burn bright for you as a benison. You gave out such light in your few, short years, And will shine clear and strong beyond these tears.

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