The Candle

Sweet melancholy pervades the room
I sit by a candle that flickers with my mood
It watches me, that unobtrusive light
Silent companion who sees through me,
Who burns along with me, fire to fire, air to air.
We melt into one enchanted yet defeated note
As my colourful coat falls off, I’m unprotected
And my waxen tears roll down to form puddles below
Which merge into symbols of used up hope,
Haunting the core of my consciousness.
My secret world is left hardened by time
In wax that no longer flows, only cracks, and sticks
Immobile, unromantic, unheard and unseen
Yet still there, just about, shaped into a form
On a stained saucer that once housed my heart