Warmth radiates from a glowing mass
Crackling, flickering, growing.
Engulfing twigs and leaves with flaming fingers,
Lashing out with a fiery tongue,
Spitting tiny embers all around.
Staring into the orange and yellow light
Calmly dancing around its confined home,
Thin trails of smoke traveling through the sky
As the raging flame consumes its fuel.
The familiar aroma of vanilla fills the air
From the tiny candle resting on the table,
As hot wax oozes down the sides
And merges into a cloudy puddle around its base.
Gazing into the fiery depths of the flame
Memories of events long gone
Come flooding back into your mind
As you lose yourself,
And your surroundings,
To the past as you watch the flickering flame.