How Many Poets Does It Take To Put Out A Candle? Poem by Dan Reynolds

You're not like a gas flame...
Or I would see a point of nothingness
at your base.
That invisible rush of expectancy

No, your whole body devours.
The crucified wick stands to attention.
Looks down in awe at your handiwork

Impurities which in the wax
gave lack of depth in solid shape,
now molten, clear, transparently sheer.
encroach the rim, on route to where?

To abseil down the virgin shaft
First to spoil the un-rippled column
or race behind another's track
leap-frogging as your molecules mourn to stillness

Or drop and set upon a child's hand
They watch how quickly you change
from lava flow
to bathing caps for their fingertips.

Light and warmth and dancing flame
Dreamer's magnet, pulling in
the trawler's nets full of visions

I snuff you to sleep
and walk away
as you wave goodnight
with your ribbons of smoke.