Candle's Flame

When the darkness comes

I put my hands around my arms

wind has gone to sleep

Candle‘s flame starts to weep

Going through the deepest black

trying to call past times shadows back

but none comes and all stays same

just Miss Darkness and the Candle‘s flame

Tired eyelids slowly falling down

and the light has turned brown

hands  loose, getting heavy is my head

and the Candle‘s burnt out,

                                                 ..its flame is dead.