You cry, candle, without sound,
tell me your secret
while your heart melts
with the dance of your light—
a flame alive throughout the night.
In the heart of darkness
your fire is the brother of hope.
When all is black,
I see your glow through windows.
You give me faith,
make my heart full.
I feel warmed by you,
in the clandestine night,
tranquil in your patient beauty.
You know time,
without fear of annihilation.
You cry, candle, without sound.
I contemplate your devotion
trust your flame.
I revel in your tears.
Tell me, candle, how I can be like you.