Candle

Once it stood,
Proud and tall,
Upon the sideboard,
Waiting to burn.

It was just us,
Nothing in between.
Fire ignites,
The flame is keen.

Sitting in a still motion,
The bursting flame breathes.
Nothing but the violins playing,
The candle made an exotic scent.

The light guides me through the dark,
As the burning wick flickers.
All it takes is an inhale and exhale,
And then the happiness is gone.

The feeling of happiness,
The feeling of relaxation,
To meditate, on the feelings of life.
The good, and the bad, the happiness leaves me, flies away.