Candle  

Gouchinho 44M
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2/25/2006 2:45 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Candle


Light.
Small, amber, simple, and pure.
A candle.
A candle burning with a still flame in the still air.
It lights almost nothing, the darkness of the cavern is so vast.
An insignificant ring on the cold floor is it’s only conquest.
Not a single wall, nor touch of ceiling is visible.
It sits impotently in the milky black.
Small and impotent, yet I cannot blow it out.
It is what remains of what was once a symphony of illumination.
Braziers, sconces, torches, bonfires of light, warmth and love.
It filled the once great hall with comfort and festivity.
But time brings change.
With time came wounds. Cold. Shadow. Then darkness.
Revelry, warmth and dreams faded.
Now there is but one little flame.
Hope.
An island of light in the seas of darkness.
And it will not die.
The sight of it pains me.
Its warmth burns me.
I cannot hide.
I see it, barely, from the furthest reaches of the cavern.
I cannot will it away.
It hurts me because it is a glaring reminder of how cold the dark is.
Without it, I can be numb.
Without it, I can sleep.
Insignificant but indomitable, it persists in my hollow heart.

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