A Path Lit by Candle

I have a bulb worth 40 watts,

Paralyzed with light,

Dim by any neon standard,

Stark against my candle.

I watch my hardy flame
sway in the quiescent air,

Capturing a passing flutter,

Dancing with each transient flicker,

Tuned by every muted string,

Vibrant as a quiver.

Me! Choose me! I can do it!

I have a golden arrow,

and I'll tie it with a string.

Conservency Garden Fountain Candle, October 2010