I light up a slim candle
and then, with delicate handle,
I place it on the gentle river.
As the dark night grows dimmer.
Its pure light, a speck in the vastness
Speaks of hope among the darkness.
I look at the sky, in shades of black,
In the moon and stars, it lacks.
There is no hope. It’s a black night
So dark, everything has lost its light.
The waters look black too,
This lively river has no blue.
But my candle still is alive,
Though it’s struggling to survive.
Its light shivers in the cold.
The flame, now not so bold.
I walk along the bank and wish
That it does not lose, does not extinguish.
My candle is my companion,
When things are dark, like this one.
The winds are too strong,
Bringing the whispers along.
The deep waters are restless
With waves, disturbances, dangerous.
But when I search for my candle’s light,
I see nothing shining bright
My candle drowned? It swam alone.
This, I regret, I should have known
But it can’t leave me, it never will
My candle, no darkness can kill.
It will float, take my message of hope
To anyone, who thinks he can’t cope.
I wait, staring at the waters
Hoping, I didn’t miss, or falter.
But what is that? My eyes strain,
It’s my floating candle again.