Candle

Words are sometimes like thunder Counting seconds from the flash, echos travel so far I have the best of intentions, I care more than I should Boundaries melt and fold on my own accord I've been burning candles While my wick whittles down To an orange glow When I truly need them, Words become silver lead that slip Between understanding and intent I'm impulsive and I'm shy, I watch thoughts glide out like reruns on late night TV I've been burning candles While my wick whittles down To an orange glow To shine on uneven ground, I'll burn A warm steady glow.