What It Is

This is a broken day,
With no space for words.
Candles, they dance and
Candles, they laugh in the gloom.

Alone in this room of glass.
Where the chime of the distant bells sing,
they sing,
they sing of the woe in me.
And the subtle melody floats
While I dance with the prance of the flames.

The whistling of the wind I once embraced,
On the way, I sang for you.
The riven paths I've walked,
they strengthened me,
and then they felled me.

And I fell.

But here in this chamber,
With the chandelier of the moon,
I dance with none but my reflection.
When I don't know who I am,
I dance with none but my shadow.

But when I am nothing,
I dance alone.
For you left me here,
cold beside the fire.

And all I remember lies
Frayed, fractured.
But with broken knees,
I run.

Away.