the flame blooms to life upon the string,
shades of red and orange reflected in my eyes,
watching as drops of wax drip from the top,
slowly melting the candle to it's base.
time goes on around this isolated fire,
yet it never fades from it's initial beauty,
continuing to illuminate the darkness,
never once pausing in it's journey.
this lonely spark- this flare I created,
it shines brighter than I ever have,
burning proudly, with no worry or fear.
yet my own light has gone out.