Some Candles

some candles seem to burn an eternal flame

Their bodies once straight and tall may dwindle to drippy squat stumps, yet they go on and on

sometimes spluttering, the flame may weaken to a faint blue but they won’t die

not yet

And others are but - brief

Fragil to subtlest of breezes that may sneak in through a sliver of gap, just a

Puff

Of breath and they are gone.

But each flame flickered, adding some light to this place

however brief or long,

each glowed, adding warmth to someone’s heart

Forget the blacken wick, just an ember and the ghostly wisp of smoke

And remember the flame.