candlelight
lend me your mystery
draw me into the night
that I might discover
something more
more than the shadows
that vague and opaque
that hunt and haunt
my loose-latched
front door
and make my footing
unsure
as I step out
in a fog-like cloak
of non disclosure
instead of transparency
the wraith wants to
mark my death
and make sure
my stories aren’t told
like a cold, old lady
who sweeps puzzle pieces
under the rug
without me asking
from my kitchen floor
candlelight
oh beautiful,
magical candlelight
that’s not the cleansing
that I’m looking for
but it’s getting simpler
now
for I sense you’re a portal
my knowing,
my door,
my non material
that’s nonetheless more secure
as you lend me your flame
and close tightly behind me
to make my heart pulsate
like you
in discovering that more
in what you illumine
that clear and that brilliant
beyond mask, doors and floors
the sharp white and black
that’s not stale or despondent
it’s like an outline of tree limbs
cutting up through to the sky
and beyond time as if
we could reach heaven’s height
in humble candlelight
and reverse alchemy
I know you can take me there
with outstretched arms
and the face in whose eyes
I look upon
as they reflect my own
that I’ve never seen before
oh candlelight,
that contains all mysteries
wake me up with kind smile
and words from that mystery
that lies right before me
tonight
Unraveled and the Birth of Joy 