so cold to feel the pain
to much is not the same
sleep and hope for the best

look the blue sky is the rest
give a rest to feel the best
take a nap and feel the breeze

I stare into the light,
Of the burning candle bright.
So appealing, yet it hurts my eye.

The burning smell
Of the candle's wick, I breathe in.
Wax drips beneath my eye.

Even in the dark,
I still seek your stunning light.
Burning out but will never forget.