Dimmed; lights low
Shadows of a flowing flame
Dancing on your window pane

Past the darkest of hour
Bewitching time to give you power
Gently wakes a soul to slowly flower

Quill in hand; by candle light
Reminiscing about the day; write
Conclusions that just feel right

Breeze to brush past your window
Flicker of the fanciful flame as it blows
Too windy out to finish this prose

A close of the window & blinds
Shutting night out; far behind
The sun to crest just as I unwind

To Bed; I, Rest