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 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
Innocence we lost
Froze in winter's frost
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

I'll meet you on the mountain
We'll shout at the city
And I'll light you again
When I was a single cell
The die was cast already, and even
And when I was a sprit waiting
I left fingerprints on the scene
When I was your past-life love
I left fingerprints on your seam