In Front of Me There Burns a Candle

In front of me there burns a candle, They say it's done so since time before, I saw today some of its playthings, A ring of rainbow colors, That comes and goes with Will, An expanse of blue that just won't quit, But turns some shades quite dark, At moments glance where 15 shapes With wings on silence moving, Two furry grounders with tails of bush, And evidence of more. Smoke from incense rising past, Curling with furls that keep twisting Merging with others in an aerie of patterns, Standing out in shafts of sunlight, Springing then fragrances of Spring.