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.
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