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
desiring my attention. As I listen intently, I can
hear what I see the candle is claiming. Asking me to
understand the meaning of what the candle's wax is addressing.
Beholding its thawing 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 flakes 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 state of subconsciousness. dreams
are swaying through my rationality. The candle is half
itself, the tiny fire's tip tickling the air in which it burns.
The wick is blackened 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 seriously. My dreams
are intensifying, as the murky red candle's wax hypnotic
ways, has captured my soul. Dreaming has metamorphosed
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 extinguished. 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
flaming 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!