The Burning Candle

the burning candle.

The candle flares, the red light glows
I stop and stare, I feel the pulse.
Darkness kills the needless light
As the flame stays at the base of my mind.

The touch of the candle excites my hand
As it burns peacefully I desire to be flamed.
Softly it intrudes my soul and fears
But I feel safer as I taste the burning air.

The candle flares, the red light glows
I stop and stare, I feel the pulse.
When our understanding has come to end
On the beginning of feelings there we stand....