Candles in flame on significant days hold promises untold
That with the moment of exhale through parted lips
A kiss of air transmutes the power of flame
Within that breath are the unspoken desires of the corporeal body
The yearnings of the invisible soul
That flame turned puff of smoke wafts in spirals upwards
The aroma slightly sulfur perhaps perfumed by oils distilled in ancient manner
This pleases Clothos, Lachesis and Atropos as they spin, weave, and cut
This please others too as Krishna’s blue cheeks take on a purple hue
Kundun is aware as Jesus is too and Odin with scowl, he is happy too.
If the wisher is wise the smoke is meant for just one
The power of one is greater than three
One wish for One
Who helps the most, who needs the job, who carries the trust, who gets things done
Every night at midnight I blow out the flame the swoosh is a whisper, my wish is your name.