A softly lit
    Candle burns
Glowing
    Dim
        &
   Bright
As the cool wind
   Sweeps
  Through a lonely night
Who will keep
      This lite alive?
Will we silently
          Watch
    Its dance
Of strife
        Thrashing
Violently
   In the whispers
Of the breeze
    This fire of mine
        Is brought
    To its knees
Flickering
    Hot
       &
       Cold
With grace
        And ease
   Its beauty shines
As the fire
Screams
  And I think
   This flame
       Is more
    Than it seems
In the eye
   Of the storm
As we flicker
     In the breeze