In the quiet whisper of the night,
Candles cast their gentle light,
Hopes and dreams in waxen forms,
Guarding hearts through endless storms.
Softly dancing in the breeze,
A tender glow that seems to please,
Their warmth a balm for weary souls,
Lighting paths to distant goals.
In the silence, shadows play,
Telling tales of far away,
Flickering with secrets deep,
In their glow, the world asleep.
Mysteries wrapped in golden hue,
Candles speak a language true,
With every flame, a story spun,
Until the night is finally done.