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.