Thursday, August 6, 2009

I, Candle

I, Candle, full of lum-escent flame, burn brightly.

There's not much that I can't handle, except maybe sharing the spotlight. Too many burning wicks produce too much heat and smoke and soon blend into every other.

And then my overshadowed flame, flickering slowly and seeking return to glory, finds an open space to once again burn brightly.