The moon is dark
The door is open.
Be a tall, thin candle with me
We can watch each other
Melt
Through the smokey hours
Of the night.
I’ve seen that kind of candle before
In a long forgotten dream
Shining
Casting shadows
I stumble blindly after staring at it
Too long.
Only able to perceive
In my mind
With my eyes
The glory of the Beloved
Burned into
Me.
I close my eyes
step through the shadow door
There you are.