Votive Over Dinner

Watching candles
I understand
how people walk beyond the shadows.
We’re dimensional beings.
Can you grab your soul?
The thought between a bell
and its ring?
Enter the interior room
of a mirror?
What ignites the flame
in moon fall?
The place between
your eyes and mine?
Wherever we go
we find ourselves impossible
to catch.
Except,
where shadows made of candlelight
gather inside each of us,
and turn them into love.