Candlelight

The room is dark.
It used to be in a glow.
Shadows dancing on the wall;
light flickering;
a peaceful kindling;

but, alas,
the setting was not right.
The air; the feel;
where it sat.

It's burn waried.
It merely leaned from side to side.
It's too weak to illuminate.

Finally,
he blew it out.
The room is dark.

September 17, 2000