some circumspection
some circumspection
to see into what comes next
on the edge of chance
some circumspection
to see into what comes next
on the edge of chance
the whispering flame
in the confines of dancing
see a gentle roar
feeling enveloped
effervescent distractions
breakfast with a friend
it's not quite ready
tickle the olfactory
pour on some whiskey
to be in darkness
where joy is a fugitive
sparkles on water
embracing silence
protector of the spirit
as a darkness falls
feel the oppression
overwhelmed by all around
escape is needed
alone in the dark
see night's corporeal form
a stain on silence
feel the angry flame
locked tight in a glass chimney
release to the wind
hear flame's last whisper
on the dying edge of light
embrace the darkness