Candlelight

Some see a light to mesmerize,
and chase away the ghosts.
Instead I hear the darkness sigh
and put on thicker coats.

The flame before me, feeble, weak,
and all in bleak relief.
The blackness seeps and slowly creeps
to mock me in my grief.

There's naught will save this little light,
to guard it from the breeze,
Like lovers' notes, and children's flight
illumination leaves.