Better late than never.

Better late than never.

Too many candles

All of them burning

Tiny fears well founded

Never disappearing

In spite of wishes

Darkness holds secrets

Even in bright light

Shadows hide in corners

Until the all clear

When they advance

As bold as cold hearts will allow

Every flame a token

Of forgiveness

Spilling another shadow

On the wall

The haunting will surround you

If you let it grow

Into a black star

It will swallow you whole

Consume the burning

Of your passion

Leave but a vacuum

Where once a heart did dwell

Feed the flame

Hold back the gloom

Put it in a night jar

Close the lid

Drop it in a stream

Let it go

Under the bridge

Into the mystic side

Of wonder

Where shadows

Still remain evenly spaced

In a place equally divided

Between one thing and another

Night is day

When viewed from the otherside

Nothing remains as it seems

Until the lights change

And what once was viewed

As shadow

Is transformed

Into a living flame

That will burn

In your memory forever.