An Old-Fashioned Glow

A candle burns all alone,

It is a sight to see for any eyes,

Its flames dancing to an unheard tune,

Flickering and jumping,

Its light softly graces the walls,

One can get entranced by the beauty,

And soon hours pass by quickly at night,

To combat the elongated day,

It is a rare gift to be able to gaze for hours,

At the untouchable waltzing flames