this, a candle of petals, in a chamber each flame’s nuance confessed. off city-loud mirrors to the house of lanterns. to collide with amber aura of gypsy fireflies, to conjure an elixir of wooden shrines. where the floating august joins a chorus of birds sparkling a gate to cellars of river wine… dans la nuit des miracles, in the timeless dawn of blooming stars. altar is any space where essence gifts heart to soft divinity of love