Into the Candle’s Glow

Into the Candle’s Glow
We dine by candlelight.
Then I stare into the candle’s glow.
Entranced, I slip away and lose myself
to a loving, mystic awareness.
I am the silent beauty of the candle
whose inner core overflows with melting joy
as it stands crowned
with flame of jewelled light—
I am the candle and the flame
and all that rests upon this table of life—
even the subtle fragrance
and quiet dignity of the deep red rose
that leans, enchanted, toward the candlelight…
as now I see, so do I.
Then I smile at my beloved, who smiles
with wondering eyes at me.
January, 1997, revised April, 2004 January, 2006
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