Sentiments of Time

A flame A flame burning day and night, Night and day. Always burning. Turning and burning. Always the same. Yet...always a new flicker, A new wind, A new Light. Changing always in the same image. Dancing in the moonlight. Swaying through time. Burning brighter, Than the highest star. Hot as hell itself. But now you burn, Like the dawns first ray, Fading, fading, Until, Finally, The flame burns out.