’em candles

Candles romance a destiny of their own
Some in churches, pining for the heavens yonder
Piety fanning their self destruct
Some marking the flames of a mobby vigil
With despair seething unquenchably within
Some erupting in the happiness of a memory
Glowing from within their souls
Some frozen in the noisy silence of a memorial
Shedding a few drops of their own grief
Some springing to life amidst the erotic
Wading through a thousand aromas
Some chameleon-ed in the ambience of a certain decor
Still struggling to find their own identity
Some mimicking a rather regal air
Adorning the irrevocable stench of power
Some tingling the embers of a romance
Long forgotten but embedded forever
And some still gingerly awaiting theirs
In the shelves of an obscure shop
Candles romance a destiny of their own.