Lingering light

Our lives flicker in the lightest winds

like candles perched on water

moving with the tides,

We glow on darkest nights beneath

the moon above that aches to be full,

we sit quietly in the moment

watching as time slips past

and the wick falls below the place

where it can hold ground,

a dying sound as it fades away

and we are left with only the beam

of the orb at night

grand white circle moving slow

as we too grow weary,

making our way to the comfort of sleep

dreaming of tomorrow

and a thought of eagerness to see

a full sight of the universe.

This is for the Daily posts prompt candle. I haven’t done these in a while and thought I’d jump in again and attempt some prompted poems. Hope you enjoy.