daniel_1012 Posted November 8, 2005 Share Posted November 8, 2005 A single flame A wick When I look away, its bright image Engraved in the darkness It burns a sweet aroma Vanilla Around the light; a pool of hot wax It feeds the fire to burn Outside the light; the wax is hardened... Why not feed the light; soften before the call of fire Rather; it sits there Doing nothing for the light; at the risk of seeking purpose It remains still and hard; away from the fiery wick Content in its place away from the light; away from the flame Useless; a shameful sight Receiving all the light has to give; by the sacrifice of wax before it Giving nothing in return; a mockery to the pool of hot wax that caresses the wick After all, there is plenty of other wax Wax much closer to the light to indulge it... The fire looks awfully hot; this could be scary But what good is wax if it does not make light!? Brittle, slick; useless unless used for its only purpose to exist Its only purpose... in light Perhaps the wax has not yet seen the light... or felt its warmth... It takes a chance; at this life time romance It seeks the light; and begins to change It begins with a trickle Starts toward the middle; toward its warm golden bright Away from its comfort zone; here it goes, hold on tight Softened into a bead; slowly creeping into the glow Before the warmth of its promise; it breaks down The fire burns inside it now; and the hardened wax has changed Something new; something better, something softer, something wiser, something brighter Not so cold... something hotter Once there, it will remain Return not from where it came Much better here; better than they’ll ever know Better than the wax had ever dreamed It can not return now; nor I imagine, choose to do so Once In the light, the light has hold From its dull and opaque composition To a shining and lustrous clear It has nowhere to go but up here Lifted into air in a thin stream of smoke; law states its mass is conserved in the skies But the wax is still there; up there somewhere Displaced and gone; an unseen force will call more wax alike, into its circle Making the hardened into hot; repeating the wax that came before it Re-inducing the cycle That it may feed the flame And do the light justice But see a wind blows On the new flame; it moves Every which way; it flickers Wind I can feel but not see; a mystery to me... A force of nature Regretfully; a strong and bad enough wind could even put this flame out But a good wind feeds the fire to burn And a knowledgeable hand can reignite what’s smothered in gloom... There, the light will flourish and grow Upon wax; created for the fire Pulled into its inviting heat It serves its purpose Burnt, and lifted up to become like air A continual seep; a constant reminder These forces exist, and the flame prevails Oh but I don't wish to be the wick The center of it all; too much heat, too much burden I just want to admire its beauty In the essence of this candle Knowing it is there Fed by the unseen; it is light Knowing that if I enclose on it I may receive its warmth Though I be weary; left unattended for long The light may go out Assuming I had ever lit it at all... Rekindled, at my own disposal Returning to it; I receive its light, its beauty; its warmth Not to be taken for granted My little candle... Lest I never come back; and it sits extinguished Never to serve its purpose; it’s only reason to exist Wishing I would have lit it, before I was gone Leaving my mark... so that the light may remember me also... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Silent One Posted November 8, 2005 Share Posted November 8, 2005 It's actually very well written, I like your prose style. A little Christian overtone heavy for my tastes, but not bad at all. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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