This slender stem”

the wax-imprisoned

soul

of candle’s being”

Ignited,

starts the

slow

descent

toward death;

Converting

its encasing flesh

to molten drops

that hang

like tears upon a cheek,

the painful price

of

making life

more

luminous.

Until”

substance spent,

cylindrical shell dissolved”

it makes its final peace

with night,

consumed

by its own passion

to shed

light.