Candle Dance

In the midst of darkness, you're the light
Shaky with the presence of air all the time
The air is your beat, your music and inspiration
Keeping you dancing through the night

But my eyes noticed your mood right now
You stood frozen with your crown of light
The music is not here, is it?
Wierd cold rainy night

I used to dance like your blue, orange, and yellow
With the presence of your beat, music, and inspiration
You know the air can kill your shine sometimes
But without it, you can never dance

Now I blow your crown out; you're still there
Just like my body who misses the street
No light but still living
Let's wait for the next windy blackout

June 23, 2009
I wrote this poem last night, inspired by the burning candle in front of me at home in the midst of a blackout.