The Candle's Wax

As I sit here watching the tiny tongue of flame dancing
in the darkness. It seems to be standing up and wanting
my attention.I turn my head to contemplate on what its
desireing my attention. As I listen inently, I can hear
what I see the candle is claiming. Asking me to
understand the meaning of what the candle's wax is
addressing. Behoholdin its thawaing ways, I can see
the outpouring of tears trickling down its sides. The
candle's wax is defrosting with the softening touch
of a snow flake's touch.

As the flame slowly melts itself from my keeping, the tears
stream down pooling at my pedestal. I now seem to be in
 a trance, a very serene stste of subconsciousness. Dreams
are swaying through my rationality. The candle is half
itself, the tiny fire's tip tickleing the air in which it burns.
The wick is blackend and shortens as it too, melts away.
I'm seeing things I never thought of before. Life in grand
brilliant colors I have never seen, Like a kaleidoscope.

The candle's wax is bleeding more vigorously. My dreams
are intensifying, as the murky red candles's wax hypnotic
ways, has captured my soul. Dreaming has metamorphased
into fantasy. The pedestal is coated thickly now. I am in a
place that cannot be made up. The radiance of the colors are
remarkable, The little flame is still glowing a pleasurable
yellow and aqua color. The candle's wax and wick are nearly
exstinguished. I am returning to my room from which I started.
This candle's wax has accomplished what it set out to do.
Capture me so it would not die alone. Flameing no more,
it is time for us to go to sleep now. Both feeling at peace, we
part until next time.

Good Night To You All!