All is quiet; all is still, except for the flickering flame.
I solemnly close my eyes until my soul reflects the same.
Once alive, I open my eyes and stare into the fire.
And there, within the warmth, it lies: my oft-elusive desire.
Light proceeds into my soul, which then pervades right back.
And no more does that grisly coal imbrue my life with black.
I gaze into the steady flame and see what there awaits.
Inside there breathes a brighter frame enhanced by pearly gates.
There speaks into my heart a word that captivates my all.
Again, I listen, but none is heard whispering this call.
A chill then skitters down my spine, as if one spoke my name.
But the only shadow there is mine… only mine and the flame’s.