Igniting candles
I stare an anomaly of blues eyes
Into the lambent flames.


As the savory glace' of mulberry
drifts spring's embodiment
through the room.
It lifts my heart
to memories' palfrey.
As though the old Persian rug
would faithfully fly
when I rub the lamp.


The room's corners
bleed
soft meticulous twilight.


Seeping a calligraphy of shadows
bargallo shadings
blue and gray
twisting as the sun sinks
westward down.


I smoothly
ride reverie
and smile.