Rice paper kissed the amber flame
Brightness small without a claim
Place beneath the evening breath
Soft as prayer light defies death
Not a torch to pierce the sky
Not a star demanding eye
Only glow in fragile skin
Faith in warmth that comes from within
Breeze arrived with gentle grace
Lantern swayed in tender space
Shadows softened at its touch
Peace grew full from nothing much
Do not chase the blinding burst
Quiet lights can quench the thirst
Small flames guide the lost to rest—
Humble fires shine the best