Candle burns
Started: Friday, August 16, 2002 22:13
Finished: Friday, August 16, 2002 22:25
A single square candle has begun its steady burn into a circular metal pan on floor. Its flame failed to ignite on the first attempt, but a second shot with the lighter got it going. Now, it burns steadily and slowly.
This candle was bought long ago in a store under the northeast corner of Pearl and Broadway, in Boulder. It is my candle. It will continue to burn for a long time.
After the candle was lit, I put on a little music by the esteemed Tori Amos, to enhance the spirit of the mood.
I'll share a few of those lyrics, which reach my heart, below:
I've made a friend of the western sky
Don't bother coming down
You always like your babies tied
...
Turn one last time
Love to watch those cowboys ride
But cowboys know, cowgirls ride on the Indian side
And you know what you're doing
So don't even
You're just too used to my honey
And from another song, another B-side off the same single...
And all the angels
And all the wizards, black and white
Are lighting candles in our hands
Can you feel them?
Touching hands before our eyes
And I can even see sweet Mary Anne
Sister Janet
You have come
From the woman clothed with her sin
Your veil is quietly becoming none
Call the wanderer
He has come
And all those up there are making it look so easy
With your perfect wing
A wing can cover all sorts of things
And all the angels
And all the wizards, black and white
Are lighting candles in our hands
Hey!
Can you feel them, yes
Touching hands before our eyes
And I can even see sweet Mary Anne
Hey, yeah, yeah
This again
Well, I think I could try this
Once again
I think I'll curl up on the couch with the blanket now, as the fumes of the candle permeate the air. And a little more soft music as my eyes drift shut.
This is my most personal candle of all. It is myself.