A Small Burning Flame

I sit in the darkness of the classroom with no more light than a small burning candle sitting on the desk in front of me.

A small burning flame resting on the purple stick of string and wax is such a wondrous sight. So many things go on with that little flame, so many places your mind can take you.


A lit candle burns away the string and wax, causing it to get smaller and smaller. When burned away it's unique little shape is now just a cooled puddle of wax with some burned away string. It's such a waste to burn something away that used to be beautiful.


Before it's burned away, my mind travels in many directions. My first thought, as I stared at the flickering yellow flame, was of me sitting in my room on a chair in front of the stereo, lights turned off, dressed in black, thinking while two candles make their light shine through the blackness of the room. The music flows through my ears as I sit and write on paper whatever comes to mind. You may think of this as being strange, but it's proven to be the only way to calm myself down.


I sit staring even longer for inspiration. A second thought, more of a vision, comes to mind. I see myself sitting someplace with that special someone in my life. Whether it's a candlelit dinner or the soft coziness of a warm burning fireplace; to sit and stare at the burning flames, listening to each crackle of wood turning to ash, in the arms of someone near is such a warm feeling. The feeling of safety knowing nothing can go wrong.


My mind begins to wander again, but just before another vision comes the flame is gone, blown out, just before it had the chance to melt away. My mind is clear, and I just go back to reality, but I am not worried because I know my thoughts will come again, Someday!!