He looked in a mirror
I am told
A candle
had been lit also
I wonder what it was he seen
What was his final sight
I also wonder every day
Why he lit that candle that night
A final flame
to burn
the wax it spilled
I am also told
was on his left forearm
Such simple things
yet so complex
when you follow them
to the land of death
Were you looking in by candlelight
seeing a land of pure delight
in the silver glace
Sometimes I look in the mirror
with a candle lit
and search it for your face

02/14/2005