Secret muse, your warmth and light.
How strange, for something so small
to give a bright flame
that reaches
further than its body.
Your halo
memorizes me,
capturing my eyes to flow with your
will.
The strange attraction
you have as I sit and watch, biding the time in the night.
Then a fragrance melts in the air.
The last touch of your hypnotic hand, which caresses my mind
to unwind with your serenity.
Is there a word for you, my light of tranquility?
How strange, for something so small to be able to illuminate
my senses,
words,
and soul.
