My life is a Candle

When I was first lit

I burned brightly

protected from drafts within my home

Every little flicker was exciting

as the wax ran, my flame grew higher

my strong light begged to illuminate the darkness outside

venturing out, I was unaware of how strong the breeze was

I grew dim my flame a blue cresent thin wisps of white smoke becoming more than a tendril

light approaches another wick touches mine re-ignition lasts out the wind in the calm our flames part

and I burn brightly once more.