Analysis of Flicker

The candle light flickers on the walls,

flickering around me, burning low,

lower with every passing thought,

burning, I know.

A poets soul, dimming with the flame,

yearning to burn out, as the candle,

yes the candle; slowly releases itself,

perfectly placed on the dusty mantel.

The flame has long since burned, replacing,

and forgetting the heart of the fireplace,

forgetting the ashes; the settling dust,

that now covers the cold, hard case.

Such a loss, time losing its meaning,

meaning of poetry, a writers expression,

a passionate understanding,

gets me dreaming.

Dreaming of the words, so many words,

beautiful and romantically said,

the thoughts and dreams; desire,

others never read.