A lone candle burns
Slave to the breeze
Bobbing and turning
Heart on its sleeve
The dark night portrays
Shadows to cast
On lonely walls secrets
Engrained in the past.
A room to attention
Invisible soldiers in line
A ceiling thats flaked
Splattered with wine
Curtainless window
Reflection at ease
With shadows that dance
A phrase on its knees.
In terror or wonder
Nightmare or dream
Deep in the flame
Words inbetween.
Lips that do mutter
Tangled within
The deepest of reaches
Memories begin.