Let it radiate, like the sun of your earth, like the bastion of your dreams, and illuminate the whole empty space.
Let it dance, before your very eyes, with much grace, as the winds of trade attempt to free the souls of the wick.
Let it cry, tears dripping gently, while the stature falls and the strong crawls.
Let it release the essence of hope and let it seep through your nose, through your skin, through your bones.
Let the flame live. Let it live until it dies.