The sins of dreams
Squat under stone walls
And warm their shadows
With fatty candles
They walk the walk again
Parfuming in thyme and rosemary
Their memories of mornings when
Nights got darker at candle light
They rupture pleasure
Offered as a dream tied with ivy
To last the space of a promise
Near old stony walls
The sins of those dreams
Are then shared when candles burn
But do not melt, they do not drip
They just warm the shadows of those
Who pass by the stone walls
Silent as moonlight
February 16, 2023
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2023
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