but it's only candlelight. i watch the shadows dance on the wall, a quiet evening dance. i trace a line from the glowing tip to the low star bright, nestled in winter clear blue that brings dark night.

lose myself in the blue glow snow. tuck good memories inside my shirtsleeve, and wonder where you are. only stay for a little while and then move on because.
there are no connections really, no strings to pull or knot. do people really think they've got a hold of anything? there's nothing to own but yourself, your thoughts, but we give those up never realizing what we've done.

the scene changes everyday. but the sky above clouds is the same. people float down and up, on that neverending train. don't miss the small pearl hidden in the day, the quiet walk through the woods on a beautiful starfilled night.