Poor Candle Forlorn

Written by: Andrew Rymill

Weep no more sad candle
for the world has not ended.

Star still blaze
in the streets
above our heads
and river
rush in meandering
languages to the sea.

Even comets still remain
to billiard the heavens

Cry no more 
your liquid tears
knotting on the indifference 
of small table.

No worries my little candle
for you bless me in the purity
of your ebbing flow
of flickering the scripture
on the hymns
of my life's  impossible corners...