Candle Whispers

Candle Whispers Moths and other creatures find peril in hovering especially above seductive candle flame Yet We sentient beings hover not instead keep vigil over imagined messages awaiting the magic the comfort of vision As we stare Buried passions encouraged by flame make sacrificial the walls of insulation while our fortressed barriers forfeit protection dissolving resistance becoming a river of liquefied defense We wonder Is the flame but deception entrapment subtle weaponry seducing the innocent destroying the gullible Or Is it pure light ignitable by will extinguishable by nature its essence of imagination weaving a ribbon of warmth among the unlit kindling of love For just as the cynical enemy bounces its cold shadows of hurt restlessly about the wall waving its determinant position one's heart beats echoes of defiance Such are the candle's iconic images empowering the ether of life ever simple ever flexible even as its waxen folds melt into mounds of spent energy awaiting recycled resurrection Darkness questions But if we listen Flame's inner glow whispers its promise to return