| Candleshine As soon as the sun disappears I light my candle The shimmer and glow The shadows dance on my walls There seems comfort in the ruby Without the power of the sun Its backdrop, the void that is night It twinkles like a star The fire gives way to the diminishing source It flickers, it does not want to go And I do not want it to leave The flame has expired The candle remains without a wick Nothing replaces the conduit I wish to melt the shell To burn it down, to turn wax into molten slab If only memories were like candles |