Candle/Wax Hour/Glass

Candle light speaks, at first serene,    
a sheen/across    
the line of connect[ions]    
made    
by    
the mind.  Time after time/sign    
after sign:    
   
*   *   *    
   
Alignments into the line    
   
*   *   *    
   
Of the fine    
line    
of your negligee    
   
entwined    
   
in these fingers of mine, falling away, sands    
of timeless    
   
time.