Flickering flames of candlelight
dancing in the dark of night
when clouds obscure the moon and stars
and we are left to wonder where we are.

They glimmer under eyelids closed
to find a way to finally expose
the inner light that always lives
within all hope of dawn.

One shimmering, fantastic light
that glows within the darkness of all being;
as endless flames will always play
within each particle of flesh
ascending in descent of heated passion;

Crystallizing liquid drops of ice,
sleepy yet electrically alive;
tensed into reactive relaxation,
knowingly admitting light
into the facets of the firmness
of its ultimate and intimate
yet costly composition.

As flickering flames of candlelight
dance within the dark of night
and clouds obscure the moon and stars;
while we become its wondering sense
of the movement of infinity itself . . .

? Michaelette ?