Candle's Wick
Soft burning glow of threaded twine
Your waxy braid my page enshrines
With softly dancing light
And deep shadows shinning bright.
Ink flows from my pen’s gaping wound,
A sacrifice to muse and soul,
To bring to sight my hidden mind
Till candle’s end when you release
With final gasp and smoky sight
Your beauty, true unwavering light