Warm waxy drips
Waxing eloquently
Of the candle’s luminosity
Of generosity
In decreasing the ignominy
of ignorance

Let not the candle wax
Wane
For she will be in pain
If her efforts go vain

Of letting the photons flow
Creating an incandescent glow
Shaping an ambience
perfect for alliance


For lovers holding hands
Across candle stands
Stealing kisses
With rapturous bliss

She melts at the core
Letting the wick to the fore
Barely lasting the night
She lives a life giving light


A lesson in grace
Is her existence
As she burns at a pace
With death in her embrace