Sunday, April 19


The candle shines, it shines brightly into the night standing tall and fearless a sentinel of light.
The candle burns, it burns a ward against the cold softly, with the gentle breeze its dance never grows old.
The candle dances, it dances its flame eagerly twists and turns for all the life the candle brings those that come too close, it burns.
The candle weeps, it weeps none may see its sorrow for it knows t’will never see the coming of tomorrow.
The candle knows, it knows soon darkness will replace will the candle be missed, will another take its place?