Candle in the Wind

The candle in the wind

Flickering and blazing

Dreaming perilously

Logic and reason melting alongside

Not yet blown out

Not yet smothered

Sometimes a steady glow

Dispelling darkness or enshrouded by it

If you look close you will see the myriad shades

In the flame which changes shape

Sometimes feeble, sometimes bold

Sometimes rekindled by fumbling hands

The wax melts

The wick burns

But the flame is alive

And spreads warmth

Cup your hands to shield the flame

But don’t stifle it in a glass case

To save it from the wind

As you’ll take away its warmth.

The wind that makes it flutter

Is the air that nourished the flame

The breeze that made it dance

And leap up in desire.