On my altar sits my heart
centrally placed for worship
my heart is lit, beats in
flickers, casts shadows
in darkness is love, in light
is spun the sugar love is made
from, in worship is memory
and in memory is the we
of us. The together. And now
with a match I light wick,
paper, tar and torch. I create
a star you witness etch a trail
across the night drawing in fire
wishes, prayers; further acts
of worship, and you, smoldering
huddled in the ashes at my feet.
my image
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