I am the candle who’s wick
was blown before its end.
I am the very candle who’s wax
was melted to engulf a wick made to burn.
Lighting your way is through
my inevitable oblivion.
I light your way with my passing
may you keep going and be stronger.
I am the light when hope’s sun sets
for I am your moon on a starless night.
So tonight for one last time I shall rise
from my waxy demise to light your sky.
And as you cross your earthly paths
I shall be smiling upon thee with shimmers.
You will feel me as the night’s winds
blow your dress from blues to shimmering reds.
And as you go deeper into life’s crossroads
I shall disappear farther behind heaven’s clouds.
My life is hard but I am a candle that must
burn to light your way and that is my way.
My ways are that of illumination,
yours are of travel to be illuminated.
Candles and humans always united
in a world where knowledge lights the way.
Inspired by the following image: https://ibb.co/bR9Ppn
And Rumi’s quotes: “Being a candle is not easy, in order to give light, one must burn first!”; “You’ve seen my descent, now watch my rising”