A Smile In The Flame

My Light,
Illuminating my room whilst I rest.
Its immobile body, going nowhere,
But seeping its vanilla scent far and wide.
White, melted wax on the body’s sides,
The remainders of the nights it burnt away for hours on end.
As I look into its flame
I see all the fun my family had that day,
My insides warm and enlightened.
The candle was a gift,
So simple but sweet.
As it sits on the dusty shelf,
Its crown of fire does a dance.
Happiness from the past
Relaxation from the present.
My light,
Used for so much more than you know.
There is a smile in the flame.