Candlelights

   Awakened by the glare of the morning sunlight. Waking up to the sweet smell of candles that once burned ever so bright. A fresh inhale of the pleasant morning, like flames of love. It is the most beautiful thing.

   Staring at the tray where the candle once was. Remembering its gentle blaze, or the way it patiently stood. As its light does its phase, thinking of the light within that never goes out while at its residue I gaze.   The light that never goes out, even when the wind strongly blows, this burning light within just never goes. It never goes out.

   It is brave, as it stands alone, displaying courage with the posture it shows. Standing tall as it poses, in its strength and passion it goes, displaying elegance with the rhythm it flows and with a beautiful blend of colors, like a rainbow, but with its own style.

Like a rainbow, it smiles and just like a rainbow, it fades with the last gust of wind. It’s flames shall never rest in peace, but stay in joy. Sweet, sweet aroma of joy.