Poetic Insights

Wandering Words

Bruce Kilarski

The Candle that Sadly Flickers

I see a candle that sadly flickers,

Her flame uncertain but alive.

She sputters from such savage drafts,

Her purpose almost gutters.

And when within a world of suns,

Her light seeems so surrended,

Unfelt, not seen by anyone.

An sadly she just doesn’t see

The life within her fire.

She doesn’t see her fragile flame,

She doesn’t see its wonder.

She could fly with chandeliers,

And light their thousand candles,

Or ignite impassioned blaze

In love that just grows higher.

Her flame could brighten any corner,

Or lighten empty ancient halls.

You see, my friends, she doesn’t see,

How precious is her simple flame,

That glows there on her candle.

And so I ask one thing from you,

My friends, who feel these words,

When you meet a candle flame,

Whose fire so sadly flickers.

Help them to stand straight and tall,

And help them keep their fire lit.