Oil Lamp

Oil Lamp

You sit alone upon the shelf,
No one notices you are there.
You are silent.
Does anyone remember, or care?

Someone might look at you and speak,
“The chimney is clear and the base is unique.
Looking at it, it must be an antique.”
But you are silent, and do not speak.

The cold and icy winds begin.
Bringing darkness to the world within.
A match is struck to touch your wick.
You waken from your silent sleep.

The oil warms to a gentle light,
For warmth and glow on a winter’s night.

~Kati Rounds~