Staring at the candle's flame

         

The child looked at the flickering flame

When,across his mind a thought came.

He wanted to touch the candle's flame

And see if it would remain all the same.

He satisfied himself with a burnt matchstick

As,with it he prodded at the sooty wick.

The flame went berserk,trying to break free

The child stared,his heart filled with glee.

He prodded some more-the flame went out

He gasped and put his hands on his mouth.

No matter how hard his parents tried

They could never get inside the child's mind.

He was thinking about the beautiful world

And the mysteries,still there to be unfurled.

The child sat in the darkness-mystified.

The wind was blowing hard,outside.........