Ode to a Candle
Like the stars in the
Dark night,
You shine
Waiting for Someone to blow
You out.
A candle held by
A metal dish,
You melt and wait
Calmly
For your end.
You glow unendingly
Rippling in the dark
Of night
Unafraid to tell the world
Of your presence.
You light the
Earth,
Guiding man
With your
Fire.
All men ought be
Grateful to you,
Candle.
You shine and give
Hope to those
Who have
None.
Candle
Burning,
Waiting for a
Mother to blow out
The light.
White wax
Drips
Down your sides,
Burning more of
Your tall white
Grace.
Black wick
Burning
Left to flow
Seamlessly to
Weary ash
Caught in your
Updraft.
A hand
Holds you
Unafraid of your
Burning
Wax.
No hurt can come
While you rest in
A shining
Metal
Dish.
Flame burns
Lighting the
Way up the
Wooden
Stairs.
Don’t drop
Or surely a
Conflagration
Will occur.
Softly,
Slowly
Your glow
Dies.
A hand
Reaches
Out and
Stops the flame
Candle,
You
No longer
Light the
Wooden stairs to
My bed.
And now
I
Drift
To dream
Of other candles