In the quiet corners of a dim-lit room,
Candles flicker with a gentle grace,
Illuminating dreams that softly bloom,
In the tender glow of a timeless space.

Their flames sway to a silent tune,
Casting shadows that weave a tale,
Of forgotten whispers beneath the moon,
Where hopes and fears in balance sail.

Each wick a beacon in the night’s embrace,
Offering warmth to souls that seek,
Comfort in the gentle, glowing trace,
Of light that soothes the weary and weak.

As wax melts with the passing hours,
Time unfolds its quiet lore,
In the dance of these radiant powers,
We find peace forevermore.