Memories drip
like the wax from candles
onto the sweetness
beneath
In the heat
of the moment
even the sweetness
begins to warm
and melt
The light
brighter than
fifty suns
brightens the memores
in the light
of day
Memories drip
like the wax from candles
onto the sweetness
beneath
In the heat
of the moment
even the sweetness
begins to warm
and melt
The light
brighter than
fifty suns
brightens the memores
in the light
of day