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They speak to me
These candles —
These tongues of fire
Flickering
Under the moonlight
Dancing
Between worlds
On this quiet night.

Folding and unfolding
Past and present colliding
Rolling and dancing
On burning tongues licking,
Searching the evening air
Drawing out shadows
With forgotten tales to tell.
They kindle simmering stories
Coaxing and stroking
Awakening sleeping phantoms
That squat like flies
In the cobwebs of our minds.

And you and I sit
Caught in a trance.
Captivated audience
To this ancient flaming dance
Of twisting blazing tongues
Gorging out our eyes
Eating past skin and skull
Forcing us out of our lull.

Searing soul memories
Begin flowing into
Rivers of longing
Jolting and focusing
On passed over distant dreams,
Spilling into time and space
Until now and then becomes one
And the burning heart lies wasted
By the onslaught
Of faded familiar faces
Inhabiting timeless unchanging places.

But recalling becomes painful
And suddenly
We’re bleeding beyond arteries
Swept away
By the inundation of remembering and yearning
Drowning in the spectacular explosion
Of scalding nostalgia flavored tears.

As we peer into the night
Beyond the firelight
Haunting faces stare back at us
Beyond the flickering flame
They smile back at us
Magnifying and intensifying
The emptiness
They carved
And cannot be filled,
But only scars over
Until teasing tongues
Of temporal candles
Burn these old wounds open.

On the same day next year
They will speak to me
Again
These candles —
These tongues of fire
Flickering
Under the moonlight
Dancing
Between worlds
On a quiet night.

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