I kept the candle burning
throughout that winter’s eve,
where sleep had left me yearning.
Remembered summer’s faces,
some greener, pleasant places;
I kept the candle burning.
And found on half lit mirror
no ripple of reprieve,
but dance of darkness, turning.
I kept the candle burning.
My plundered head, all night,
made shadows a parade
all mocking at my sight;
their secrets bit in to the hours.
I kept the candle burning
all night.