i. Dance of Winter White
Candle speaks molten wax cascading upon burning brass.
Flame beckons sideways like an ocean’s swaying tides.
To hold spectral ambiance
as black smoke subsides.

Candle weaves autumn scents wavering about tenements.
Tabletop lined with blank paper as solitary thoughts are marred
with essence, beauty,  a flock of words
as black wick is softly charred.

Candle breathes mellow light flickering for frigid flights
of winter white strewn upon pine shaded lawn.
Lamppost corona hides
as black trees greet the dawn.

ii. Dance of Paper Boats
He is wrought passages / of poems and prose
peering through my vine cloaked wall.
She is divine dreams / of songs and love
piercing through my candlelit hall.

Candle parallels lighthouse glow, a beacon for an isolated home.
Guiding paper boats from wreck, luring lost ideas ashore.
Heartbeat holds a harmonic key
yet weary minds hold no door.