the candle Maker…

This is a story of a woman…who got married 10 years back…she is very happy with her man…One evening she is alone...

A night so cold it came along…
All lights then went away…
Alone in her house she was…
An old promise came her way…

Many years back there was…
A lover who gave his word…
Candles gifted so yesterday…
O! they longed to be heard…

She went to her closet then…
Things kept many years back…
Old diaries & a dead rose lay…
A candle silently gift wrapped…

her lover said once…

“When the darkest night comes…
& when you feel so very down...
Someday when lit they’ll tell…
When no more I’d still be around…”

In darkness dust was laden…
Her fingerprints made a trail…
So lovingly she opened the gift…
As if a candle maker’s tale…

With a hope she lit the ‘thread’
& all darkness did go away…
She smiled in joyous breaths…
Unknowingly it began to sway…

And slowly it started to melt…
& warmth embraced the cold…
A destiny being carved as if…
A journey began to unfold…

As the candle slowly burnt…
A little note came to being!
Hidden inside its heart as if…
A maker’s unfulfilled dream…

Perplexed she saw!
Her glance so amazed!
A note veiled in frozen wax!
So dearly she gazed!

Wrapped in timeless moments…
A letter deeply engraved…
Said everything he couldn’t…
That he loved her always…

The flame beautifully rose…
The letter waited to unfold…
Concealed by its maker like…
An ending left to be told…

Long ago he asked god…
Could he love her so much…?
That far off when he’d remain…
Could he still die in her touch…?

She let the candle carve…
Whilst thinking of his prayer…
Waited to read the note as…
Burnt the candle in layers…

Given a life by the falling wax…
His note lovingly she opened…
All with tears in her eyes as…
Somewhere he stood broken…

“On the fallen wax nearby…
Of me rests…a dying flame…
My breaths long for you…
Your touch is all that remains…

Give this end a breath of you…
With your touch make it sway…
Such that when it really dies…
Forever I’ll go away…

Like a candle beside a grave…
Will you hold me when I’m gone…?
Let this wax then sleep near you…
It never burnt it died forlorn…

Something I made for us…
I’m leaving on a boat…
Promise you’ll take care always…
Goodbye…”…thus ended his note…

The wax that never was burnt…
Her arms lay wrapped around…
His letter was read in fading light…
and darkness was nowhere to be found...

His letter bathe in tears then…
Near the wax they all journeyed…
The flame died in silence then…
Far away lay…a corpse unburied…

The destiny of the carving was…
As if the journey of the candle!
The carving of his grave was…
As if the destiny of the candle!

Somewhere a dream came true…
Frozen on the wax lay the thread…
Her tears longed for a touch…
Somewhere cried the lover dead…

Destiny of a candle was…
The destiny of its maker…
The maker of his destiny…
Became…The candle Maker…

5th last para, 2nd line, begins a new story…
Part II of this write is called “the Boat maker…”

There are 4 different poems in all. All writes end in the same Part II called “The boat maker…” This is the 2nd of the 4 poems...