Candle Light

I watch the gently flickering flame,
from the candle sitting on the shelf,
letting its soothing charm transport me,
into the subconscious of my self,
where my thoughts and I become the same;

Then I can analyse wrongs and rights,
all the how and then and so and why,
all the faults encountered in past days,
when sanity and reasons don't lie,
to raise thinking to healthier heights;

So in this late hour of the night,
alone I sit, no one calls my name,
and allow myself be mesmerised,
by the shadows and shimmering flame
of the friendly candid candle light.