Blame Able

The flame is lit I almost hate my job stars or no stars the night goes fast I probably messed this up again there is no place that is the magic so it does not matter if I live next to the cedars or next to the gate However I waited I waited so long for the moon and its cousins as stars as small slips along the way as little noises the secret wish could she know me any better am I going to be a stranger too