Candles

 
The place brighter for my going
and bright upon my leaving
pagan lights upon the vaulting
lofting to the oak beamed roof
uncensored  prayers, vague
untutored hurried thoughts
float ethereal until time
no more and earth stood still.
To the crowded street again
another year to pass until
prompted by the self same urge
I return with the same intent
a ninth November day, the place
brighter for my going
more bright upon my leaving.