I see orange and black shadows dancing on the walls as I drift away

You’re the softest thing I’ve touched all day

A slow caress to let you know I’m here

I may be tired but your presence ignites my senses

Slow breathing drapes over me like a warm blanket

Is this candle our only source of light – the only reason we don’t feel the darkness around us?

What happens when the wick burns through?

Every moment melts away; just like the wax beneath the flame

Leaving nothing but a soft glow to guide us into our dreams

Dreams where flames never extinguish and light is forever imminent