With candles burning, *

With candles burning,
Molten wax by the sides of them,
Coming down , hot, liquid soft,
And like a piece of eternal art,
Holding You, getting ready
For a dance, before wearing night cap,

How one finds, same carvings ,
Same lines, running same,
Even after so many galaxies apart
As we have made a decide,
To hold us, our tides,

So that we can always remain
That 'little distance away',
For us to "stroll", in the air,
ethereal as we truly are,

But unwittingly, see,
How on canvas of the sky,
We meet, greet, dance with joy,
Finding our days and knights.

(*Note: loosely based on a painting, as attached. Courtesy: Alex Artista, Musica Pittura e Dintorni)


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