That teardrop shape of my light!
A glow with many shadows cast.
The vaulted heavens above
catch the long thread of smoke
rising when my candle flameās pinched.
My smoke pools and condenses
as my blackened wick cools.
The teary streams of wax dry
and my tears are visible to all.
And up into the heavens I rise!
Up into that paradise I coexist
as smoke born from a teardrop flame!








Beautifully penned, Daniel. Love the layers and imagery my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian