Candles


The candle goes out eventually

No matter how much you admire the light

It flickers with each passing wind

Yet still makes your room bright

 

It is the slight warmth in your coldest day

Your remembrance when one is gone

The guiding light on your countless journeys

Your sight in the darkening storm

 

So bright and yet so magically

Yet its life slips away as the wax drips

Candles don’t burn forever

But memories always will

 

 

“A life is but a flicker in time that should be valued before it is gone…” -Monica Renata