Candle

by niciolah

October 17, 2016

I lie in distant planes of a lost time

And my groans and sighs echo against the stones at my feet.

For two waxen demons sit on my shoulderss

And have grown too heavy for my frame.

A wing made of wax cannot be folded;

Neither can it bear the weight of Icarus skywards.

I take a waxen feather and offer it to the sky,

In hopes that He will consider coming closer.

The Sun, in His eagerness to gift me height

Firmly takes His spear of sky

And nails my demons to the ground,

So waxen feathers become one with shining stones.

The Earth trembles from my howl of pain,

And I grind the stones between my fingers into fine sand.

Like a pillar finding root in my feathers,

The sky stretches for miles, sapphire encased in cotton,

Until it reaches a pale face adorned by a crown of cosmos

And bright eyes looped with concern.

As I weep into the sand made of stones around me,

The Sun feels the extent of my wounds.

His royal blue cloak,

Gifted to Him when He took His place among the stars,

Fades away as He places another hand upon His spear of sky.

The stars exclaim and run about in fury

As the Sun abandons His throne within the heavens

And sets a foot onto the clouds that shape His spear,

Leaving a footstep-shaped scorch mark along the horizon.

My tears flow more fiercely,

Forming a gleaming puddle around the sun’s spear,

For my soul is liquified by the Sun’s concern,

And I am unworthy of his proximity.

The space between two lovers is dying smaller

And yet, it is illuminated with life

As my northern star descends to me

And I melt to liquid around His toes.

Footprints of darkness trail along the sky,

Casting hues of red, and blue, and purple,

As though the day itself were bruised and battered

And thought, perhaps, it should take its leave,

Allowing the stars to glitter like the finest jewels in the Sun’s treasury...

His glow has grown weak in my liquid presence;

He casts only a faint halo of light

Within the space between our nearly touching noses.

And, in a moment of brief abandon,

Or freedom,

Or recklessness,

Or amazing, altruistic, ridiculous love...

The Sun drowns in Icarus’s ocean,

Consoling me in a final embrace,

And the world is plunged into darkness.

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