Dance of the Candle

Upon lighting the three wicks of my candle the flames began their dance of enchantment. Swaying against each other as the scent of black cherry wafts into the room. Three flames that send out illusions of warmth and comfort as they continue dancing in the midst of a burgandy sea of wax. Little puffs of black smoke drift from the jar as I become enraptured by the fire's essence. Not only are they dancing but it's as though they are trying to break free of the glass that is keeping them contained. Reaching out with an urgency to spread their warmth; threatening to disrupt the false sense of comfort. They are eagerly jumping to release the danger that vivaciously lies within the glass walls.