Candlelight

The candlelight is dimming

with each passing minute.

Who knows how long until

the wick is gone?


It would only take

a miracle

for the candle

to keep burning,

for the light it gives off

to be seen and

to be fed.


But, unfortunately,

night draws its

breath away

and

the candle is dimming

with each passing minute,

but I don’t want the

wick to be gone.
*****

Blow gently now,

softly—like a kiss.

Feed the fire and flame.


The flame casts itself

away from me.

The flame flickers,

but I cannot gasp—

for I would take away

any air left.
*****

Sitting, waiting

hoping the light remains.

Watching, crying,

praying the light remains.