A lone guitar plays softly down the hall;
Its melody floats gently on thin air
To where shadows dance on opposing walls
Fed by twin flames of candles burning there.
The walls glide backward several paces,
In the flickering light nothing’s the same,
In the sweet candle light glow two faces,
Our focus is drawn tightly to the flames.
Below flames, faces smile in golden light
Drenched in the beams cascading from above;
Time stops at this moment when all is right
And the room bursts at its seams from this love.
Then a lone tear falls gently to his chest
Consummating this love with love that’s best.
April 1994
April 1994
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