Iʼll leave a candle in the window
to cast the banner of a light,
and hover vigil near this pilgrim
that flickers softly in the night.

And if the shadows should grow stronger
than the brightness that remains,
my hand will hold it steady so the light
can bear the flame.

Some may pass unseeing
never knowing it was there,
yet even as the glow is dimmed
its whisper fills the air.

Deep in the quick
untended sparks give rise to other flames,
so candles spared may pass to those whose lights
have other names.

--Kara P., Adult