DarkGold WolfEyes

Douse the thin light of strain
Wet the wick to stop the coming
flicker in yonder window pane
Between the finger and the thumb
between the salt watered skin and flaming crumbs
Confess to the candle who drifts to sleep

Indifference to the brightening bland
Finger the curling plume of smoke
Taste the ash buried in the cold quartz sand
see the wisp of red ember dragonflies
swim the sea of night sapphron eyes and sugared plums
Bless the shadows who undertake my keep

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