Candle soft steps through darken night silent moves by candle light a touch, a whisper, a promise a brief glimpse of the Mistress left alone in a world of dreams nothing quite the way it seems waiting for Her return flicking candles softly burn hands tied above feet below by the One I love waiting for Her to begin is my want a sin? silent footsteps enter once more soon to learn what the wait was for later as I fall to sleep the candle in remembrance I keep