The Life of a Flame

Life of a Flame By Brett Somers Arched over its wick, calmly swaying, now moves with a flick. In this moment, it lives, a hot yellow flame, so soft, so beautiful, yet intense, powerful. And rides above a waxy caldera, feeding from its waxy lake. A bouncing flame, jumping with life, pulsing its glorious name. Pure energy, pure light. Why do I feel this flame has something to reveal? If I could see my soul, would it glow with such brilliance, such pure essence? I stare, transfixed And when I choose to let go of this muse, with breath, I let it go. And in the darkness, I sit. Flame, remains for a bit. A star grows dimmer, into a faint glimmer. Soft wax cradles and firms a base, for the wick’s embrace. It quietly waits for another day, to come to life again, to burn its brilliance on, until the wax is gone, until the wax is gone.