Their ability is their gift: to hold a flame
Always keeping you alight to reality
Their scents and purpose are not all the same
Yet they share the function of making you see clearly

Wax is their secrete, wax is their give
It’s what keeps their cause alive
Instant, melting and strengthening is why their truth relive, and outlive
And you’re part of that wax that makes them thrive

The shadows you don’t see,  they flicker to
On the walls that enclose your life
Reliable, as long as wind doesn’t pass through
They tend to stray from any strife

I have had many candles in my days
Some were lit, some were not
But in all those that I hold my way
Some were given, none were bought