A small candle flickers as darkness descends.  Her photograph hangs upon the wall.  Faded by time yet the memory stays strong.  The days linger.  Together we await the future, but not in awe. Watching the hands on the clock has become a full-time occupation.  Time is elastic, every minute longer.  Shadows of a former life flicker on the walls.  The flame is fading, darkness is descending.

Before the dawn, that was how it began.  Trumpets sounded and my name was called.  Henceforth you shall become a story worth sharing.  She smiled immediately.  Her curves were the seasons. Images of a valentines heart and Cupid's arrow.  We danced upon the fresh grass.

Eventually cloud obscured our vision - to return, renewed, to remain consumed, grateful for the gift of life.

Tonight I will sleep with the black cat - tonight I will dream of the Jinx.  Tonight I will dance with the mad ones.  Tonight I will relish all that I see.

To be jinxed is a sprinkle of gold-dust, to be jinxed is a blessing disguised.

Patched these stories together.  Looked across the seas.  Whistled amongst the winds.  Heard the words of the eagle in flight.  Danced with the dragonfly deep in the night.  Darkness erased, bring on the light.