It seems old flames
Can be rekindled quite quickly,
Or perhaps never went out at all.
There is not much sense in extinguishing fire
When it is light you need to guide the way.
These peaks we climb,
Are not something we plan for.
But always we find a message
Hidden in adventures.
The long-windedness of days
Identical to the one before,
In the dark and confused,
Is expected and accepted, but wrong.
For we come out with the message,
Disembark with a lesson,
'Twas a candle that lit the way.
Seldom do we treasure it
For what it is worth.
When I emerged
And was equipped with light
I found myself asking
Why I left without it.