those gone years be smokes
since your name is a candle
then be burned: your
mini-tiny-little-prayers

the air bear the bubbles of fate
an expanding times
will explode like a balloon

but I'm a clown at your party
folded up our memories, into
a globular on my stomach
— stab it at your will!

I want to believe
even though the flame is hot:
that yesterday
and the previous days
are still melted wax
that hasn't been burned-out

"may happiness go with you, and be happy."

hey, listen to the candle!
they sing along too, but

did you not ask, why
they've change the lyrics?

soon, both of us will know
who'll die at the end of that song

And with one single flicker a warmth was felt.
As it lit and swayed around I swirled in thought.
How can something so small define in mirror image,
what I've tried to say so many times.
I becoming like the wick surrounded by depth.
Lost at sea without so much as a barge to rest my head against.
With you becoming my single barge of refuge.
All thoughts of despair and lack of faith disappeared when I bumped my head against your strength.
The fragrance of the way you soothed without so much as a word.
The city lights never shined as bright. Nor have I had reason to want to stay put until you showed me
how much strength I had in myself.
The barge of clear glass that surrounds us.
Stained by the scars of who we use to be, we constantly sink.
Discovering depth over by the far side of the fire that slowly descends. Devouring the wick.
If ever this fire should burn out shall we truly find out what it is to grieve

Seeing the first dew drops
Upon the grass they collect,
Momentary do they gather  
Mesmerised of rising shimmers.
Enveloped with in mornings breath
Remembered faintly they fade.

Within there short-lived collections
Iridescent gathering shimmers.
Showing the candle of light within,
Hues burning brighter than a candle.

A blown candle
Still ignites
A tangled mind
Strives to fights
The darkness within
And that of sight
Lingers to consume
Using my plight
I breath to sustain
To have conscious mind
Stumbling in the dark
Even myself, I can't find
Bumped and knocked
But no one came
I kept moving
As if a player in a game
Eyes wide, vision blind
Locating the matches
Fiddling around here
Searched all over
While diverting my fear
The little smoke of the candle
Lifted my dying hope
I know now how to handle
I've learnt how to cope
My hands picked up a packet
That of, what I thought
I lit the candle once more
To see what I am not...

©sim

Candles;
alone in the rain
Snuffed out
simmering in shame.

I am the non-luminous flame,
Trembling with destruction.

I flicker at the uncertainty
of what lies ahead,
weakened with every
breezy thoughts and murmurs.

I linger for a bit more,
glowing dimly in still air
and through the long lonely night
in search for more.

As the wick starts to burn bit by bit
and the wax melts away,

The darkness slowly gathers,
Enveloping the once
so brightly lighted flame,

It is only time that
I am finally free to go.