Candle In The Wind

I blew in on the wind, 
on a falling star.

I grew until
my light began to fade,
like a flame, 
my amber’s burnt out year’s ago.

Smokey ash, 
wafting through the air,
is all that is left of me. 

A shadow left hallow,
and bear.

I was meant for a darkened room,
lit by my wayward spirit.
A wispy ghost,
a forgotten presence,
until my light was needed. 

Amanda Shelton