Black out

From my wheezing window
Crept the racing wind,
To the warmth of my room, dimly lit.
I sat watching;
The parade of dancing lights and shadows over my wall
And a small friend of mine
Sat silently giving its best
Defying the power of the blackening wind,
It sat there with its face mingling blue and gold
So determined.
Then I wondered,
Would this tiny candle so powerfully battle the wind?
If it knew that it is heading nowhere
But its end?

M.M.K

25-2-2007