The Candle's Wax

As I sit here watching the tiny tongue of flame danceing
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 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. Behold its thawing ways, I can see the outpouring
of tears trickling down its sides. The candle's wax is defosting
with the softening touch of a snow flake.

As the flame slowly melts itself from my keeping, the tears
steam 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
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 candle'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 sstill 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!