Sitting in a chapel at a mortuary, waiting for a concert
to begin.
Paul Alexander will be singing, I've heard his tape and
own it thanks to a friend of mine.
'Light A Candle' has provided many hours of listening
and writing poetry, inspired by it's beauty.
Looking about, noticing the wooden pews and knotty pine
ceiling, makes me think I am inside a coffin,
But this is a coffin of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem