Flickering Flames

Flickering, flaring alter candles
Staring me in the face
Questioning my love
What is my burning desire?
They seem to whisper out to me
Beconning my senses
Through their delicate smokey lips
That disappear my direction
How can I answer their question
When I can't predict where love leads
Which direction
It goes
The good or evil side
It shows up on
In my fate
A man dressed in snow white
Plays holy church music
So self-assured
On a oversized organ,  
his wedding ring glowing
Just beyond the alter
His face seems to question
My staring the flames down
In their droplet-like faces
Why do I stare at them so
He sings out to me
I don't know...
I say