Poised on a sharpened blade he balanced
Burning at each end, the wax became flame or smoke
Throwing light onto the faces of us who watched
Smoke stains on the ceiling, wax splashing to the floor
Poised on a sharpened blade he balanced
Burning at each end, the wax became flame or smoke
Throwing light onto the faces of us who watched
Smoke stains on the ceiling, wax splashing to the floor
