Wick (for Jadon)

And he wanted light
From within his darkness 
But the flame wouldn’t 
Reach the burnt wick
For it had already 
Burned already given that 
Which it had to 
Give and now older 
Sat as something else 
Besides what it was 
Meant to be until 
Imagination trust and ingenuity 
Fashioned a longer flame 
Bringing both the candle 
And the man back 
To their own magic