Lit by single candlelight,

rinsed of any plight.

I envelope in trance

amongst past lives seance.

Flame flickering

from voices old, still bickering.

Until Aaltje leads the play,

she clears the path of all dismay;

takes my hand into the fuse,

clears the heart of prolonged use.

Vince

8–3–2016

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