Red flames lick the wooden stick
Tasting the tree where it came from
Burning down almost reaching a finger
The blaze shifting to the wick after an amount of convincing
For the flames do not know if its worth it
Giving its energy to help another grow
When the transfer is done
The flames burn out
Turning to a light gray mist
But the shades of red live on
On the tip top of the candle
The two work together to live
The blaze giving energy
The wick giving the flames a home
But what happens when the flames go out?
What happens when it gives its laughter to another candle?
Did the wick do something wrong?
The candle waits for another spark
So its life can continue on
Wax drips down in silence
Until the tears have dried
And a sounder silence envelops the candle