Conceivement

Candles broke the darkness,
in a wavering blend of ocean strings,
playing for the pale blue wall
the motion all for hopeful king.

The light unleashed the power
in a concert of eyesight sound,
the slow and tender features
came swift in rubber crown.

Wax of inherited warmth
now hardening in trend,
the symphony now slowing;
crownless king to dance again. 


With royalty and stillness
the room is brought to flame,
the heat enough to boil love
inside where life shall reign.