Apparitions in Candlelight

There, a small chair in the dust On its side with splintered legs Cracks in a mirror Across from old portraits There, a table that I carved into Secret note below laid to bare I believed what was written - "I am invisible" Light the candle in the middle of the room Light the candle in the middle of the room Burn your bridges to a past that has been lost Light the candle in the middle of the room The shadows in the room have grown taller I've been here too long Blinded by greed for a past I don't own - Crater in the carpet Where I once dropped the match I speak to shadows, my shadow, myself Longing for this room To be crowded again How can I feel what is gone? Can I be replaced with love? Kiss away my wooden bones I am a pilgrim And oh, I am lost The past that I loved Has been molded and mossed A ghost in the window A ghost on the lawn And oh, how I miss it When certainty won Arms of the earth lay bare on the ground Through broken windows, the cicadas sound Light the candle in the middle of the room Burn, burn your bridges to a past that has been lost On a bed made out of broken matchsticks and moss Light the candle in the middle of the room