“The Breath of a Candle” by Evan Carr

flame anchored to
     a shoal of gray surface, - a
placeholder in the sluice
     of our consciousness.

you exhale:
     smoke curls as highways around
your shoulders, its fingers wafts
with the shape of your shadows. midnight looms
     and evaporates to bygone myth - the fervent
     glow of candle light drifts with
the breeze, and succumbs
          the wisdom of your blue stricken moon.