A candle's flame

The darker the evening, the warmer its light --
  a candle's flame.
It whispers to the eyes,
conjures the heart's nostalgia,
breathes smoke like a child dragon:
  a candle's flame.

When the orchid candle weeps beside you,
and its tears of purple rain a stinging, hot sweetness,
you will then see the shape of my heart's longing:

  Forlorn, desperate in a wilderness of absence,
  weeping its waxen tears
  and longing to find the way home.

Come, lead me home,
to where that eager light is shining even now.