You and I
sat in the shadows of the shining flame,
speaking of visions and sleepy night dreams.
Candle sparks lighted the side of your face.
Silence was only in our minds,
far from the life in our eyes, as we leaned forward.
Voices stopped dancing. The moment’s break sang
a soft splash of candle wax onto the floor.
(circa 1982)
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