The glow of a candle in the dark

In the stillness of night, where shadows creep,

A single flame stirs, where silence sleeps.

The glow of a candle, gentle and bright,

Dances like whispers in the velvet night.

It flickers and trembles, soft in its grace,

A beacon of hope in the vast empty space.

Against the vast dark, it dares to stand,

A fragile light with a steady hand.

It paints the walls with its golden hue,

As though the stars themselves bid it through.

Its warmth, a touch on the coldest skin,

A quiet reminder that light can win.

Through gusts of wind and moments of doubt,

The candle persists, casting shadows out.

Though it may flicker, and threaten to fade,

Its presence remains, a promise made.

In the darkness, its glow is profound,

A symbol of strength when hope feels drowned.

For even the smallest light, when it’s true,

Can pierce the night and make the world new.

So let the candle burn, unafraid,

In the silent corners where fears are laid.

For in its soft glow, we find the spark,

That lights our way through the deepest dark.