Candles I Cannot See

I stand gazing up at the smallest star I see
A candle flickers in a faraway window
At least that is how it looks to me from below
Here where I feel so foreign: is that home for me
Up there somewhere another world another place
Another time? Or am I outside time and space?

Alienation is what I feel: strange and small
I find everything to be alien to me
But it is probably only me after all
Searching the windows for candles I cannot see

+Steven Curtis Lance



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