Candle

There is a love

That is far more than a love

That exists more as an energy, an ember,

Not so much of a place but a presence,

Not so much of a memory but a familiarity,

A confidence, a knowledge,

Sentimentality strung togetherĀ 

With laces of clarity,

The most illuminated darknessĀ 

And the most peaceful despair;

That is what I am made of -

The slightest dance of a flame

With the warmth of a thousand fires.

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