Candled Soul

By Emily Clairmont

A spark catches on the wick
and it grows as the heat travels down
and the air caresses the small flame
until it is stoked into a roaring blaze
that dances its shadows across the walls 
reaching for the ceiling
limited only by the wax its attached to

The accompanying scent of sandalwood
mimics that which followed you to Heaven 
as your flame grew above the
safe confines of the tempered glass
and was snuffed out