Flames waver on the wooden sill
painting gold upon the evening air
Shadows bloom like gentle silhouettes
holding traces of your lingering care
Every moment drips through quiet hours
soft as dew upon a wilted stem
Love gathers where the silence breaks
forming songs too tender to condemn
The night dresses itself in silver hush
seeking places longing hides away
Dreams awaken where your breath once touched
circling warmth upon a colder day
Your name glows inside the candlelight
steady through all the drifting night
Even without your voice nearby
my heart still leans toward your light