As our wax burns and drips down - our time is lost.   We both need darkness to see our flame - our soul-light.   We both need wind to see our flame's flickering persistence.   We both need ruins to see our flame illuminate a world -   which you...

When she walks on by she's so beautiful… The light in her eyes is warm-spirited… She never looks my way and it is wise… I once hurt her and I can't forgive myself… I've become something new within her darkness… Consumed by her cold...

Our flame light has faded to shadow… The last hiss of our candle has come… It's sooty wick now cold and black… That delicate glow once soothed us…   Long ago, our rose bloomed amongst ruins… Within the warm breath of the candle… Whose flickering flame...

Into the storm I go again. Lit by flashes of lightning, yet the sun peeks from behind towering thunder clouds to warm my face in this blitz.