Candles of the Heart
Here comes, with those occurrences of mind,
Perhaps some rain, some snow; perhaps some sun,
Some sky, clouds shaped by thoughts once left behind,
Come you, come I, now see, comes everyone.
And these arrivals are not ever done;
Events dance purely for that secret sight
When all the candles of the heart are gone,
And gone, in time, the candles of delight.
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