Through Candle Light

Pure swift white,
Ghostly whisper of blue,
Lingering, the yellow and red hues
Candles are we


If not light, we are thieves of it
If not melting, we are hoarders of it
If not wavering, we are fakers of it
If not bursting into the vast, we are hesitant of it

By nature, our song will come to an end
By water, we will go out in smoke
By gust, we will be but a whisper
By unseen hands, we will be snuffed

Let lights find their flickering end
In peace, in time, and in song
Let lights find their way
Down the river, into heaven, to where we belong


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