The Lonesome Flame Poem by Matthew Holloway

Candles circle the room
Offering light and little warmth
The shadows dancing, silhouette
To the conversation of the flames
Takes away from the silence
Of the empty space at night
Quiet rooms, halls and thoughts
Thoughts kept, talking
Of dreams, love and poetry
The art of which they combine
Is a well kept secret
It flows in the scented air
The fragrance wax and burnt out wicks
Slowly the candle count falls
As the night and its darkness claim
A dominance to the room
The whispered echoes
Begin to sleep, await a new day
A new light to be welcomed
And the dances of the flames
Become a romanticized portrait
To fall asleep beside
Whatever dream may come to be