(This poem, first written in 1994, has been included in several of my collections. It is one of those poems that has followed me and will follow me. I also find it fitting to include this here in this spot, because I am studying Frankenstein in Humanities class.)
Flickering Candle - by Eric Franklin Crow
On a rainy afternoon
Looking out across the sky
Sitting in the midst of solitude
Tall mountain towering high
My mind goes wandering far,
And as thoughts pass through
One idea suddenly appears
Growing wild in bright blue
Then, from this brief insight
Comes a brilliant question:
What consciousness will arise
From the Quest for One?
As a single candle illustrates
The twilight mostly past
And as the motion of night
Will predict enclosure fast
I find the rare occasion
When not a sound I hear
Except the flickering candle
Balancing out my every fear
I feel no pain of any kind,
Nor anger, grief or anxiety
Hypnotized by the candle's flame
I cling to what I see
And it shows me no separation,
No disorder, no exhibition
This solace is easy and graceful
I marvel inside this condition
A breeze suddenly awakens me
How long have I been asleep?
Through the gentle of my smile
This precious moment I will keep
©1994, 2001, 2004, 2009 Eric Franklin Crow