Until the candle burns out, I don't sleep.
Until the moon fully wanes, there is light
at night, which means that there is hope and steep
prices to pay for those who lose their sight:
Even when fully waxed, the moon is new,
meaning a cycle of new light for those
who choose to trace the sky from black to blue
as Luna flickers, then re-crescendos:
This candlelight vigil for tiresome flames
imbues the waning wax with increased aim;
it does not drip all over; it reclaims
its fullest form when cooled – I burn the same:
I may burn myself trying to shine bright
within this world of dark day and weak night.