In the quiet whisper of the midnight air,
Candles flicker with a tender glow,
Casting shadows that dance without a care,
Illuminating dreams we seldom show.

Their flames, like spirits, sway in the dark,
Painting stories on the walls so stark,
A silent ballet, a radiant mark,
Warming hearts with a subtle spark.

Through the night, their light softly gleams,
A gentle reminder of our deepest dreams,
Guiding lost souls to hopeful streams,
In the hush of night, where everything seems.

As dawn breaks and candles fade away,
Their memory lingers in the light of day,
A symbol of hope, come what may,
In the dance of the night, they forever stay.