Tiny lions
leaping
from candle
to candle
Melting wax
the formation of
new worlds
Wax trails
candle light
migration
through
the beach head
Candle alight
crimson ghost
sprung from
the underworld
blazing wraith
dancing
on a
blackened wick
sudden draft
wisps of smoke
the portal
closes
Candle light
my only
conversation partner
tonight
Under the moons
witching gaze
candles slither
over granules
of sand
Travelling by night
wicks flicker
to make out
the wave
from the shore
Waiting till night fall
they clambered through undergrowth
coiled around tree branches
navigated shore lines
avoiding night tides
three beacons
leaving waxen trails.
The only known trace
of the migrating candles.
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Inspired by the Rene Magritte painting La Méditation (found at Olga’s gallery: http://www.abcgallery.com/M/magritte/magritte17.html) and Richard Brautigans poems A Candlelion Poem and A Good-Talking Candle (http://skyraftwanderer.blogspot.com/2011/09/candlelion-poem-and-good-talking-candle.html)
Golden Giraffes Riding Scarlet Flamingos Through The Desert of Forever 
“Crimson ghost”–ooo what an image!
I searched lions and found your worm candles…I liked them. The poem too.
Great images — really like “dancing on a blackened wick”