Way up beyond the blue is where candles are made
the ones that flicker within us
the ones that shine through us
the ones that melt away.

We are but a waxwork of imagination
thought up by a dying light needing something to burn.

We are flickering in our many guises of waxen dolls.

Molten bodies mix easily in the soup bowl
ready to be formed into whatever the light desires.

Yet, we flicker away
we flicker away just because our wax is different
we flicker away, unknowing that all wax is the same
be it scented, long-burning, coloured, wide, thin…

Wax is wax
and the light is fading
and the imagination whence we came
is shrinking, melting
until only the shrivelled wick of existence remains.

The light that begins ultimately dies if it isn’t fed the love of all.

Imagine the love of all flickering
imagine the candle
imagine the light.

Imagine wax moulded from imagination
melting until only the shrivelled wick of existence remains.

Perhaps one day we shall no longer need to wax poetic
perhaps one day we shall
be one race.

We are the imagined
let’s make us real
light your heart
love all
be the one candle
to ignite the race for Love.