Thy wick is thin, seems subtle
Arise, O Candle
In the dark as the wind blows and bounces
Thy flame glows and dances
Serenade the night with thy humming silence
like that of a demure, glistening moon
Cast thy beauty of excellence
along with fresh-scented blooms
Smile with thy tinge of colors red and blue
Listen to the lips that utter for wishes to come true
That the intangibles may soon be felt by the heart
For whatever are held noble are truths that never part.
