Make A Wish

Sometimes I wonder if my thoughts are candles
Burning brightly
Dancing in the wind when whimsy takes hold
 Illuminating ideas that blaze the synapses when darkness needs a light
Shadows become friends that keep the flame company
They occasionally take form to lend a hand in bringing things to life

Sometimes I can’t find a lighter
incandescence becomes wax
slow
cold
nothing drips or crackles
seeing is blindness

Until that moment
when a source of light is found
and that heat from the flame melts honeycomb into puddles
Shadows I see on the wall
like a favorite story told in silhouette
They greet me

“Welcome back” they say
And remind me not to lose my fire