Wick

Orange blossom amber

You light my day

You light the night, when you are so little

Duties of hours until daybreaks

Sweet honey breeze fills the vacant room

No more darkness, no more callousness nights

For you are my home, my sweet amber light

Night tiptoes around your glowing mien

Torch of the night

Savior of the lost

You shine so bright

ceaselessly dancing

marigold spirit

Yet with time, oh light I see

Ashes lay beside you

Not so bright, not a sight

Night prides in thee state

Don’t go my friend

I need you

please

shine

for

one

more

night.