The Candle and the Star

Oh silver star,
burning against the monotony,
how brightly do you shine

So not like me,
on my sturdy brass stand,
between lovers, cups, and wine

Why do you rest,
beautiful and radient,
in my line of sight

I do not know,
for how could a star love a candle,
but I love you with all my might.

But my candle,
on your lovely golden pedestal,
how can you not see

I love you most,
everything about you,
because you're not like me

I love your face,
bathed in soft gold,
that reaches those around you

I love your strength,
how you stand and burn,
for what you know is true

So don't you see,
fire and light in the window,
that lovers sit around

I need you close,
in my life, around me,
to tie me to the ground

For while I burn,
silver, strong, and cold,
against the cold, black, sky

It is your heart,
warm gold to my cold silver,
that makes my spirit fly

and don't forget,
my light in the darkness,
about your warm, gold, glow

Stars, unlike candles,
silver, bright, and dancing,
are as cold as falling snow

and finally,
with a heavy finality,
like dawn turning to day

With your steadiness,
so grounded like the trees in the earth,
I do not float away.

So my candle,
full of warmth, strength, and light,
please do look harder

I am your light,
projecting your beauty to the world,
while you keep me warmer.


1.10.2013