The Burning Candle

The flickering flame hovers atop an eight inch long white cylindrical candle with its base stuck firmly into the mouth of the crystal candle holder. The orange flame waves lightly to the breeze caused by every single breath of mine. The flame, slender and tall, is blue at its base, wraps itself around the wick at the center of the candle. The top of the wick curves slightly to the right, its tip turns amber as if it is trying to withstand from the heat of the flame. A pool of liquid candle wax is rising up around the wick, swelling up to the rim, it is about to spill over the side. In a moment the clear liquid wax will streak down along the side of the candle, racing all the way down the crystal holder at the base.