When the candle burns brightly
And the tongues of flame
Dance to the music lightly
I forget my name
In that illumined hour
I am a thing without merit
A space between the twin towers
A spark of the spirit
When the windy kiss kindles the fire
The bride yields her hand gently
To the groom whose empire
Prostrates silently
In that illumined moment
I am a thing without power
A slave unchained from his torment
A servant and lover
When the candle burns brightly
And the tongues of flame
Dance to the music lightly
I have no name
Jan. 18, 2010
