When I was first lit

I burned brightly

protected from drafts within my home

Every little flicker was exciting

as the wax ran, my flame grew higher

my strong light begged to illuminate the darkness outside

venturing out, I was unaware of how strong the breeze was

I grew dim
my flame a blue cresent
thin wisps of white smoke becoming more than a tendril

light approaches
another wick touches mine
re-ignition lasts out the wind
in the calm our flames part

and I burn brightly once more.