Home: Poetry: Jay Owen: Our Lime Light Fire

My heart goes down in sorrow

The lime-Light fire blew away

An empty cold space it leaves tomorrow

And it burned bright;

With everything we could not say...

Do you really care about your spotlight?

Would you have it all swooned?

Make room for fire of Lime-Light

It will burn brightly soon...

A darkness deepens through my mind

Bigotry and hatred repeatidly in my way

They try to leave Lime-Light behind

They destroy the Lime-Light fire, that

Lights my day...

All copyrights are acknowledged and those remain the property of the owners. Also these pages contain my opinions (unless otherwise specified), and thus, does not reflect the beliefs of others. The Garden of the Black Rose and its related pages are copyrighted (c)1998 by Ivy McKnight .