The flame has breathed On this glass And turned it dark Resistant to my eyes. I am foiled by A wash of smoke that Denies it ever was Anything but Opaque, once Might have been Clean as Crystal water hardened By some passing hand That sought to Fix the light in it And make it Stand Eternally trapped and bright - Not darkened by a Veil of smoke Outblown by my flame's Mouth: to no avail Do I peer-in past The fume, discern The light.next poem