Give me a match
My candle burns at both ends
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends -
It gives a lovely light.
The tide of summer has pulled me into the bay of a strange, yet wonderful island. I stand here now watching from the water. The breath of wind stirs up golden sand; it twist its gentle fingers around the branches of sleepy trees and tickles the leaves ever so slightly. My limbs ache with anticipation; how i wish I could jump into the emerald-stung ocean and swim. But I only watch; I sit as the sun dips its head into its pink reflection. Soon the diamonds of the sky will dance in the waves below.
I hold my candle with both hands and clutch it to my chest. Although the night has swallowed any hint of light, I cannot bring myself to burn my candle. Instead, I wait. I wait for a reason greater than darkness. What a foolish thing to do; there is no better reason for illumination than to light up the darkest of hours.