The Candle

Written May 21, 1989

I lit a candle long ago

And closed the windows so it would not go

I set it on the floor so I could see

I stared thru the flame of an image of me

Later that day the candle burned low

I set it on the table and admired the glow

I could still see myself amidst the fire

Though the wax was melting the flame seemed higher

Almost to dusk the flame was soon to die

I put it at bedside where I would lie

I watched the candle now short and stout

I made a wish then blew it out