A Candle and His Creator

If anything people were to him as candles

these flickers of light 

how could they be so bright

how were they any different from him

did they see something he didn’t

he didn’t think so

his reasoning, he thought to himself was off

it was what they didn’t see

that was his answer

how could anyone else possibly understand him

he was this complex being with unperturbed emotions

brighter than any candle

he was this great mind no one had come to discover

the answer no one ever found 

so why, he thought to himself

why am i alone in this

one brilliant fire

in a storm of candles

maybe, he thought to himself yet again

i burn too bright

a flame too potent, burning too bright, too much for this sea of flickers

a man before his time, he thought

Creator's P.O.V.

He looked at his candles

some old, some new

some burning bright

some flickering dead

he looked at his candles

always tending to his candles 

he loved more than anything

for they were everything to him

he felt that they knew

but then again how could they

he was a ghost to them

some apparition, some entity

he knew that these candles were special

You'd never seen a sight so vivid

Full of love, full of lost

full of joy and fear and anger and resentment

but nevertheless full of emotion

He loved his sea of candles