In the Candle’s Flame

I sat transfixed, enthralled,
entranced in the grip
the allure, the beauty
the magic in the flickering flame
slowly consuming the wick,
the wax, dripping down its glowing
stem, drizzling, spilling over
the edge of the precipice,
tumbling, cooling, slowing
on the fall to earth, under the spell
of the law of gravity
coil of blackened wick,
pool of liquid wax
enraptured by the blue, the yellow,
the white hot of the flame
dancing in the wisps, the chills,
the changing of the air
around the candle on the table
living flame destroying
in fantastic energy
burning bright

July 19, 2007 21:17


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