The candle that you gave to me
Shall last through all eternity
In window, flame for you to see
And lead you through the pain.
No matter what the clouds may do,
It stays, a gentle guide for you
To seek a shelter from the dew,
The whiteout and the rain.
This candle burns in spite of girth,
Its wick as true as at the first,
To draw you to this humble hearth,
To deepest feelings lain.
In time, all lost things have rebirth,
Regain their luster and their worth,
To be awoken from the earth,
A life, a kiss, a name.
Eric M. Vogt