Thursday, February 26, 2015


Although you're just a piece of wax,
A stem ablaze with light;
You treat my heart to days gone by;
A midst this quiet night.

The flames grow tall, as so do dreams;
You give your all or so it seems.

Although you are but made of wax,
Your flame of life burns bright;
Memories adorn the hours,
On this most silent night.

A wisp of smoke, a flicker and a gleam,
You lend your all to the building of dreams.

Although you are but made of wax,
You bring to life my thinking back.

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