He told her angels were born with the melding of two souls

and fireflies the tears of other angels

that would guide them back to each other

…

She places a candle delicately against her lips

searching the flame for some kind of heartbeat

His body, his love, his light

lost to her now in mauves and violets of a day forgotten

The breeze breaks her trance

intimately dancing with the candle

carrying with it the smell of late summer blossom

She places a candle delicately by the open window

moving the hollow candles to one side

cold now from weeping fireflies

Their little wings unable to carry her prayers

beyond the darkness