Dreaming of Candles

asleep and dreaming of candles with flame that would burn forever but that what you wait for comes never and this rain won't stop the one who flies, the one who strains, soaring up like a bird - he sinks, descends into the depths falls down back just like a stone what has burned is ashes what has burned the wind scatters the one who's fallen won't rise what blooms fades away but if the sun begins to set then watch it go, ask it what's there what waits past the line i'll listen too i'll sit next to you