2. The Candle Blaze

I behold the beauty of your blaze,
when your spark spoke to my sparing soul,
and groaned over its tawny glaze.
Part dripping over you gently, made me amaze,
that it would merely take the existence you have again.

The healing puissance of your flame is like a sleek feather,
that perches the soul, entire of myself,
and even in the figure of flawless complexion,
you hide away my abrasive blemishes.

Myth and mystery of human experience,
you lead me from darkness, to a sound spot of sacredness.
you, the fiercely burning piece of this candle, fetch a fire in my soul,
and suppress my sinful scent in this silence.

Now that time arrived, when you part away dithering,
with a whiff & puff of a gentle waft,
defied by the winds, departing me to fluster,
for I wanted to stare at you forever.
How nimbly you relinquished your life for me?
Yearning me to yield, to keep this blaze burning within.