The candle burns dimly but it is still alight

Its warm glow redolent of summer sunsets

Teasing, flickering and resolutely still hanging onto the life that burns deep in the places that the darkness cannot touch.

Oxygen, pure air or a pleasant draft will give the flame a chance to flare anew.

My candle burns dimly, but I see its light.

I yearn for the summer breeze that she will bring, which will give my flame the life to banish the dark days.

The candle wants to burn bright

Sending out its rays of light

Warming my soul and giving me life.