Wax

There were those nights lit

By that candlelight of memories

And philosophies bourne from

The crevices of age. We listened

To the blues and danced in

The flicker of serendipity.

I'll close my eyes and see

The fire of your pomegranate candles

See the glowing purple bubbling

With a metaphysical displacement

Of a thought pulled up like an

Anchor dripping from the sea.

Your furrowed brows, and flashing smile.

I'll pour molten wax into jars

left neglected to a dusty shawl

And perchance they will one day become

Burning flames of knowledge

That will seal up my secrets with a

Forceful stamp opened only for the worthy,

And I'll be able to see through the umbre

Of the night until the sun pulls itself

Up and over the edge of the earth

To scare away the thieves.