Alive Candle Wicks

of flickered shadows, eerie
creaks, a muffled voice
In moon shine rooms 

I so welcome these echos
Of musical tricks and,
the bold snuffing out of
Alive candle wicks

my beloved ghost,
haunt me do
I am not afraid, shall never be

For your scent is as lush as
the dusk lilac dew,
and this gloaming I've set up 
A supper for two ....

My beloved ghost
Haunt me do
I am not afraid, could never be,
Of you