Flames flickered in the fireplace...

Flames flickered in the fireplace,

As memories on the hearth of life;

Two shadows we, watching, brooding,

To catch our reflection

In a non-existent stream.

The ghost-witness of it all,

The clock brings its proofs;

Moments melt into moments,

Like notes of sad music,

Like a white cerement.

Cold memories shroud our life;

Speech flees before this;

Faces turn away from each other;

The fire throws light on them;

There, too, flames burn and flicker.