Unlit Candles

We bide our time upon the cusp

Twixt what may be and surely must

From evenings hush till morning hours

Begging chase through moon lit bowers

Where gleans the will in blissful trance

And leads the way in halting dance

To just beyond what grasp may reach

Where barely recalled memories teach

Tween what is now and might have been

To tease the eye with promised gleam

And silent whispers barely heard

That nary leash the fleeting word

But call to mind the long lost plight

That dreams and hopes in lofty flight

Might grant surcease on windswept wings

With unbought time and unsought things