kristen lawrence

Lyrics

Candle, I set you out this night.
You’re wickéd and waxéd, casting light.
Oh, don’t obey that gust or blow,
But stay with me, flickering your glow.

Wafting and warm, your haunting smell
In chiaroscuro evenings’ spell
Allures as twisting shadows spread,
For Jack and I smile while lightheaded.

Dripping, your hours diminish, friend.
Your pleasant wax wanes, for all must end.
Then snuff, arise your smoky curls;
Extinguishing grace abides in swirls.