Candlelight Poem by Diane Kordas

My candle is small,
My candle is brown,
It might be small BUT,
The flame of my candle
Dances like a beautiful ballerina.

So beautiful and gentle,
Lighting up the room,
My candle's fire moves so
Gently when you blow a little
My candle has a pretty pattern.

It flickers with joy and
Hopefully for my friends
Who sit by the light,
That shines so beautifully bright.
When the wax melts

On the inside it is
Green and when I move
By my candle it flickers
With joy I hope or
Is it fear it jumps with?

The shadow around my candle
Is a circle just like
My small, brown candle
Just waiting to be filled
By hot wax or so?