holding
tight to candle light
i
wonder where you are tonight
marinating
in the moment
and
the candle’s soft atonement
shadows
dancing from the flicker
on
the straw line of the wicker
ancient
aromatherapy
has
not a done damn thing for me
it’s
quiet here, nothing is on
the
west will sleep until the dawn
and
i will write by candlelight
within
the darkness of the night
the
quiet is a constant sound
that’s
made when you are not around
i’d
rather know the noise of you
among
the things that you would do
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