white candle

white candle in the smoke
flickering faces flick and flash and fade away
silent smells taste bitter
blurred figurines blot
a positive rain tries to reign
negative litter lies on a lunar landscape
bubbles of rich thought burp
from a foaming fissure
looking for points of view to burst upon
to cover with coloured dyes and lullabys
but hit the ground raising magic and moondust
longing for a drunken hedgehog bump
or a sharp tongued alien with a taste for thoughts
but theres only lemmings and sheep high on nostalgia