I The room was dark The room was not completely dark There was a candle
II Through the dark wood the journey seems less when candles light the way
III The man began to flail in his bed The nurse came running, but was too late Soon after, the candle was blown out
IV The mood was just right the lights dimmed down Candles lined the rim as he slipped into the tub
V What do you call a s'more with no marshmallow? Is it still a s'more? Or something else? This is just as a jack o'lantern has no life without a candle
VI A single candle can appear a raging monster in the way itsβ shadow contrasts the light
VII A candle under the sun has nothing to show It is only when the moon turns that its beauty is revealed
VIII The flapping of a butterfly's wings can sometimes start a hurricane A candle, just the same has the power to burn down a forest
IX The monk sits alone in the temple surrounded by a circle of candles He has finally found peace
X Even the blind man knows the beauty of candles He cannot see but their presence fills his scenes with wonder He does not have to see the flame to believe in its beauty
XI The groom and bride walk down the glowing isle The candles spread throughout are the bindings of their marriage
XII From the street seven windows can be seen Each one flickers with the soft light of a candle
XIII For hours the candle burns bright It begins to storm The hopeful flame is doused by the enemy
A tribute to "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird" by Wallace Stevens