The night was silent as the grave

The air was still, nothing moved

A solitary candle lit the room

That stood on the table in the middle

Nothing at all stirred, not even a mouse

Yet the flame of the candle danced and moved

As though set to silent music

What was it that made it move so?

Was it souls of times gone by?

That made the flame move

As they silently passed by

Was the flame captured by their presence?

And drawn towards them

My eyes became heavy

The hypnotic movement of the flame

Sent me deep into sleep

Until the rays of the sun

Awoke me from my dreams.