My Star Is Candlelight

I have a star

She flickers under the blanket of stars

And the ends of aeon

But a small star shimmering

But a reverent gaze glimmering

Resting on the lap of my den

She gives me an incandescence of fortune

As I burn the midnight oil

I may write with my pen of flight

With comfort I lean to ease

When so distant is even the nightstar

It does not illuminate the parch which I scribe

I am easily bewildered with a spell and warmth

With capering poise the flame dances of mirth

Grace is strength inside a remote well

Not let it be forgotten;

None will ever create

Silence within the sound of music

Stillness in the ebbs at sea

Darkening where there is light

My star bears me my eyes-sight

My star is my candlelight

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