The Soul of A Candle

The soul of a candle
Burns bright yet slowly as life gets harder to handle
It burns with the knowledge of maybe never seeing tomorrow
Burning while it can today to erase all of its sorrow
The flame dances like I’ve never seen it dance before
The fire that bursts into the air becomes higher bouncing off the floor
Sometimes it’s a slow painful burning of a light
But who are we to judge the dance of a fires ignite
The soul of a candle
Can be a persons farthest battle
Beginning at such a fondful little height
Growing bigger the more we try to fight our freights
It burns as hollow as a headless horseman
Standing tall and handsome as a fierce gentleman
Or dancing as beautiful as a ballerina
Igniting inside ourselves causing a simple hiccup or a hernia
The soul of a candle is anything but a soul
Depending on where the flame escapes from young or old
The sensation of a burning candle is a mystery that will never be told
For we dance along these fires, waiting for our journeys to unfold
The soul of a candle, burning high or low
Begins with the sigh of a dying crow

Stephanie Davis
May 2021