Candle
Dim lit candle shines alone
Beautiful in its stand against the dark
Surrounded by cold but still warm inside
Drops of wax fall down the stick like small tears
As the small light fights to stay bright
At the center of the flame, the wick
The very heart of the light
Without it there is no burn
And the flame has no desire to become smoke
A skeleton of what once was
The candle wishes not to die
The candle wishes to embrace the match that lit its flame and started its shine
That single act of life, Love, kindness, and the bond forged in the heat of the very heart
Drop of wax, light dim, wick at its end, the candle burned its self out
The smoke cry’s a tale of what once was Perfect…
Candle