CANDLES IN THE SKY

 They've rested high, forever in the darkened sky,

 Seen in the night, billions float beyond our seeing eyes.

 Light up the night they do, a wick lit by fire not 
 Needed to glow,

 Bright Is the way If not Clouded by what may come this 

 Candles In the night, not made of wax so they forever 
 Burn in our sight,

 Quiet In the dark, By morning's light there Is not, 
 Until night another spark.

 Hot Is the wax that melts, the light In the sky has not 
 Yet died,

 Candles In the night shine still bright, what dims, what 
 Does die?

                       Keith Garrett

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