candle

a candle dies –
dissolving its spirit in a blue cup,
carelessly placed on a table’s edge.
not alone –
but near others of its kin,
waiting to commune at their turn on the silent flame
shaped like an arrow head
that is slowly translating the candle’s breath into light.
a candle lives –
scratching thin layers of darkness,
gently filling the seconds’ crossroads with burned loneliness,
peeling off prayers from the soul’s joints
and caring too little about the fact
that the cup serving as improvised lampad is chipped
or that it’s alive because it’s dying.
a candle mourns –
crying with tears of wax
sliding leniently along night’s limbs
in search for tender lullabies
and sweet dreams.
a candle sleeps…

ritty patnaik
the candle lighted up my spirit,with its lovely words and it's tender feelings !great write here !

Debs
a candle mourns – crying with tears of wax sliding leniently along night’s limbs in search for tender lullabies and sweet dreams. a candle sleeps….....beautiful lines.

Nightowl
Wow! Such effortless flow to your words. Skillfully penned. Loved it. tfs

heather wilkins
beautifully written.