Candlelight refracting through the colored glass
The faint smell of wormwood and cinders lingering in the air
A hot summer night suspended
in time.
Clinging on to moments fleeting
Audibly, my heart is beating
Lost in phrases worth repeating
Daylight creeps inside.
And, as if by sweet seduction
Rendered stardust by reduction
Singing of the heart’s destruction
In stillness I reside.