How I do miss the candles’ light
That flickered silent in the night
Its flame once bright now fades to dim
Lights dancing on the glasses’ rim
Creating shadows on the lace
While brightness shimmers on the face.
The waxy smell sweetens the air
Reminding one of evening prayer.
Those aged candlesticks recall
The winding stairs where footsteps fall
There in the dim glow of each night
That sees the heart in candlelight !
Claire V. Bogdanos 