Lighted candles dance amongst heaven’s gate, rejoicing love, flirting passion, and anticipated hope. Reflections deep upon the tides of time, never ending, never identical, and never without cause. Each day begins a new and ends another, what whispers then of gentleness will bring many to there brink and yet never experience the edge of ecstasy with a simple gesture of hope and joy. I wish, I wish, could that itself betray the truth that bewilders us all. For are we not creatures of fate, and therefore hopes are dreams unmatched and find ourselves at times looking at love as a reflection of our dreams.