Half-Past A Candle

Dripping condensation on my window
like tears of a spirit alone in the dark
and I in dreams of nocturnal songs
feeling a touch of an angel's breath
cradling me with a kiss of inspiration
conceived with anthems of love

So says the cellos of midnight strings
with candles as my beacons
beneath the friar's moon
of incense in your raven blue hair
at half-past a candle
and chatoyant green eyes

And as the breath kindles my fires
tenderly with a shadow from above
with lips lusting my pulse
of loneliness for the widow  
who flew in my window
on wings of an evening breeze