He lit a candle next to the bed.
Flicker, shadows! Darkness, fall!
And all at once I turned my head;
Our words were dancing on my wall.
Is the incense worth the flavor?
Is the dawning worth the light?
As the smoke within him hovers
In the room within the night,
Let the burning flame within you
Fuel the fire that you fear.
If you called it by its name,
Do you think that it would hear?
He lit a single candle as a votive to Could Be
And so it goes on. Burning
To the very wick of me.
Sparkle
