by Adam Latham05 Jan 2018
The subtle shimmers of the candlelight
Reveal the hidden shadows of the night,
And beckons forward faces from the past,
A long lost love, the first but not the last.
An old acquaintance from so long ago
Is recreated in the yellow glow,
But fades again as some elusive draught
Proclaims my own ineptness for the Craft.