Chilly air danced along my skin,
The candles whisper and dance an amber ancient song.
Even though this chilly night beseech the air sharp and cool,
My body still burned.
Still hot and angry.
The reason I do not know.
Then every so often my mind wander- longing.
No reasons come to mind why.
Finally, as my mind comes back from wandering, my eyes land on the candles once more.
The ancient dance I focus on.
The tiny flame warming me.
My mind.
My soul.