Candle Light

My senses have been teased by the sweet aroma of melting candles as their flickering flame has intoxicated me in silent melody as they shadow danced like fire flies, between warm emnraces. In recent years, I have watched with heavy heart, candlelight in dim profusion, illuminate the sad faces of family, friends and strangers as they come from out of the darkness of these troubled times, light white candles. They gather at worn and majestic gates, on steps that lead to obscure doorways, and stand beside busy highways and by-ways, gathering under over hung trees, in open vast fields, in synagogues and in churches of every denomination In staggered lines, they wrap around tear stained aide's quilts. The candles and their soft limpid lights are symbolic expressions of someone's love in memory of the demise of someone... I have heard the muffled sobs at the attendance of these quiet shims as tears trickle in the under glow of candle lights, stretching across the world. Then one day we are laughing again, it's someone's birthday and candlelight dances as the honoree takes a deep breath to blow out the candles and makes a wish between the bubbled laughter and spiral of smoke and embers that slowly fade away. Candle light, giving the inside of pumpkins a golden glow... That special accessory for Christmas everything with the caution to be careful...very careful. Cynthia