Candlelight

Take care to wish good thoughts
for the ill and ailing the drowned
and thirsty hacking wheezing sinners
whirling their way on the surface
of the planet spinning slowly into darkness

There are only small moments no grand gestures
passing each as a speck of dust
each in love with each other chemically
attracted irresistably bound and doomed
to float and fight and forever
want to be caught up in the wind

of change and happening and circumstance
that makes us new people reflections
of parties and nightclubs and warm
intimate dinners at home but underneath
just floating just floating
wanting to find a home.