wavered wish

sitting here between
the third last thought
and now,
which is now past
again…
floating relaxation,
empty mind.

Superstitiously
word silent, mind filled
with a wish,
a hope quivering,
unsure of whether to stay,
flee,
or just flutter around.

Twice now made,
then again
as i light the candles,
and blend, faltering
with dancing darkness,
a shadow fuses to light
and curls again.

Quite interesting. I like it.

I think this is lovely - evocative - your thoughts seem like moths around the candle flames. Don't understand it, though!