The candle

The candle tempts me

in the dead of winter.

The soft glow

shines through the darkness

And finds its way to me.

I let it guide me

through the cold harsh winds of Fate.

The candle still burns,

as I find my way to it,

offering it’s warmth.

Yet I pause.

Standing close enough to feel

the tempting touches of its warmth.

Calling to me

to come and hold the flame.

Mesmerized I reach out for the flame.

Yet I do not get close enough

For fear of being burned.