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