I stumbled upon you in a maze of my own darkened stupor,
In a spiraling cave comprised of every direction but right.
A candle was lit, but soon became an extinguished flame
A peek of what a kindle could be, but a flash of fiction.
It must have been an illusion of the buried but desired depiction
To find a way back...
Relief within the flood seeping on through
Vision returns, and with it, my way back to you.
The battle of darkness has fought its fight.
Victory is shameful smoke without your flame
To be in love, is to be in light.
A kindle re-lit, burning in your name.