The light, the candlelight and the shadow,
The shadow and the light,the shadow,
The candlelight.
Night is the time for secrets,
Revealed and unrevealed.
Do not mistake these glimpses
For irrefutable insights,
Do not speak of epiphanies,
Do not speak.
I love only the silent, the silent and grave.
Do not speak of redemption,
No, do not speak.
She turns to the mirror,
Finding a reflection and a flame.
To see what no-one else can see,
What no-one else has seen,
What may or may not even be there,
Such is the secret.
I love only the sorrowful and resigned.
I love the speechless witness.
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