Jonathan Seet - 14 Candles

Morning's perfect face
Leans in close with lips of grace
Trip it as you go
On the light fantastic toe
The cadence of falling sighs
The rhythm in Mirth's thighs

When I was a single cell
My heart was cast already, and even
When I was a spirit waiting
My prints were etched in flesh

Fourteen candle souls
Warm December's coming cold
The innocence we lost
Froze in winter's frost

When I was a single cell
The die was cast already, and even
When I was a spirit waiting
My prints were etched in flesh
I'll meet you on the mountain
We'll shout at the city
I'll light you again

When I was a single cell
The die was cast already, and even
When I was a spirit waiting
I left fingerprints on the scene
And when I was your past-life love
I left fingerprints on your seam

Written by:
Jonathan Seet

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