We burn together, but with separate hues Our flames flick and dance around the wick Tips touch and mingle And on occasion consume, This wax that binds me, That keeps me here, away from you. The tears of knowledge weep thick and slow From a time when what once thought was true, Now is not. Yet, your light enthralls me It keeps me near. A dragonfly glimmer, a shimmering morning dew. Here we learn together, fervent flame ensue Distant and close, not wicks but curtains That can't be tamed; Two bonfires in the night, birthing strifeful embers Striking without cause or claim Inflame all that behold us for a love unchained. Your shared endeavors are not mine to keep For elsewhere two little torches, Kindred lanterns in which you keep a light So bright, yet from me so far and dim That to behold them myself would be a match At the base of a tree. But still for you that fire burns, With it billows of smoke carve curvatures Over mountains, which to me unseen, Smoldering luster, an unwelcome glean. Then the time comes, and with the soft spoken smoke you whisper of a desired hue, which you wish to have bound wick and wax A dream within which she is there and I Outside of you.