Candle

Smoke rises grey aloft
burnt candle, wax still soft
remnants of what was here
into the air disappears

The light it gave
strong and bright
dispelling dark and night
til into the holder grave

Smoke is gone
The light is out
Wax becomes hard
Remains thrown out

Another takes its place
bringing soft new light
burning toward the same plight
Another shining face

What light will it give
upon the trail?
What light will you give
before the smoke does sail?