My mother said never to sleep with a candle burning.

But how tempting it is

For the smell is sweet

And the flame is warm

the light is quite nice —

_it makes the shadows dance_

The candle is kind when you’re awake,

she said, but don’t close your eyes.

The smell becomes heavy

and the flame will swallow

Light turns to blaze

_And the shadows will prowl_

but i’m not scared of getting burned

for the light is soft and harmless

_before i close my eyes_