Candles glowing through the night,
Through the morning hours.
Candles gleaming very bright,
Shining through the flowers.
Candles in the window
In the evening after sunlight
Changing shadows on the walls.
The shadows move slowly,
The night is quiet and still.
Stillness grows to movement,
Softly breezes fan the flames.
Night has turned to sudden darkness now,
And there is no one else in sight.
Ghosts are creeping in the doorway slowly,
Count them, there are seven.
Seven candles for you visitors,
One for each, you light them now.
They do not speak or cannot,
Turn, and slowly walk away.
The seven candles are still waiting
For my friends some other day.
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