Like An Afterthought

Like an afterthought, lost in a candle burning to the very end. Like dreams awakening to silent lamp beams, when I would linger through midnight and my reflection is outlined against the cold window pane� like a raging fire. Where were you then as I would sit there with my knees bent with every prayer sent in the deepening endless night watching the moonlit sky just as my mind would fly and fly? Where were you when I met the frigid sunrise in its wake, shattered in opalescence that I would fall into�