In the quiet of the evening’s deep embrace,
Candles flicker with a gentle grace.
Their whispers echo in the silent night,
Bringing warmth with their tender light.

Shadows dance upon the ancient walls,
Telling tales as the darkness falls.
Each flame a guardian, silent and true,
Illuminating paths for me and you.

Their glow a beacon in the endless dark,
A spark of hope, a gentle mark.
In every flicker, a story unfolds,
Of dreams and wishes, brave and bold.

So let the candles softly burn,
As we watch and silently learn.
In their light, may we find our way,
Through the night, to the break of day.