Illuminating Once
Mar 18, 2021
A flamed candle standing still
waiting to burn itself out
keeping vigil until the end,
what else can it do?
The fire dances at the slightest wind
a ghost passing through
ever so gently, so subtle
drawn to the warmth like a moth
Time stands still
to beauty, to peace, to wonder
yet the spirit ponders
why all of it so fleeting?
Soon what’s left of this tower
are but melted hot blobs
illuminating once now dark
like how love starts and cease.