Notes from the Vault

Immortal wick 🪔

Are you the flickering light that glows?
Are you the melted wax that holds?
For me, even if you are harsh/hot, you are bright,
Even though the wick is not new and right.


Are you the brightness that it brings?
Are you the yellow which warms the surroundings?
Even when your light flickers, it still illuminates our dark dome;
I am very glad I get to call you home.