The candlestick

forgotten things lay forgotten???

The Candlestick

Weeping over the setting sun its tears trickle at eve,
and on until they have their bun until atlast they heave.
crying out tears of hope that cut it down to half,
and on until the rise of the sun until its put off.
weighing the burden of fire at capitol, burning itslef for our sight,
it is a pity that the candlestick burns its life for our life.