The subtle shimmers of the candlelight
Reveal the hidden shadows of the night,
And beckons forward faces from the past,
A long lost love, the first but not the last.
An old acquaintance from so long ago
Is recreated in the yellow glow,
But fades again when some elusive draught
Proclaims my own ineptness for The Craft.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem