The Candle And The Flame Poem by Spirit Music Hope

Once there was a candle,

Confidence manifested in its sturdy built,

A wax so thick,

Coating an immaculate wick,

Hiding inside the waxy mask,

A recurring question constantly asked,

A Decision has to be made,

One so absurd - yet gratifying

One so tragic - yet transforming,

To taste the sap of immortality?

Or to bask in the fire that kills it softly?



A Living flame, impossible to resist,

A spark that was made to exist,

Blazing, enchanting, fiery unison

Bold, scorching, fervent affection,

Unable to control the eudaimonic destruction,

Lost in the oblivion of synchronistic manifestations,

Melting wax…

Face the facts…

Wicked wick waggling wishes then wane


Hopeless heart hunting happy heat under the cold rain.