Candle

Anxious heart of throbbing chest,
unsettled stomach that knows no rest,
this endless vision will not leave
for you it is that I grieve,
and lie awake at night and see.

Oh starry vision in my dreams
will not you let this poet sleep
in the slumbering bed of which I seek,
I but writhe in morning weak
and find myself yet not free.

Tangled torn within thy grasp
my nerves are filed by the rasp
nay ‘tis not of yours but ‘tis of mine
that upon my soul doth dine
leaving but a husk behind.

Flame of candle burning bright
as from a torch in darkest night.
Lead me toward thy warm embrace
and grant me entrance in too thy grace
forever freeing my present state.

Anguish silenced into the past
never more to feel outcast
and with it, anxiety is laid to rest
my heart beats softly within this chest
and sleep once more calls at last.

Yet, still the heart on nights like this
gives rise to that for which is missed
as distance keeps me from thy kiss
and I embrace but emptiness.