Flame

It’s gone now

I don’t know where it went.

First it was there, then

Up to heaven it was sent.

Glowing orange and blue

It clung to the wick.

To its source of life

It had to stick.

The heat

It burned my hand

Had to pull away

The feeling it could not withstand.

Fire so pretty

Yet can cause such grief.

Can end a life

That was so brief.

I stare at the flame

It beckons me

Where there is no light

It helps me see.

Candle, yellow.

Flame so bright

Wax so soft

A beautiful sight.

I stare until

It is no more

The flame is gone

Called to heaven’s door.

That little wick

Is now so bare.

The flame that fought so hard,

It is no longer there.

I watch to see if it will come back, but it doesn’t. 

The last vestiges of the flame died, 

and a wisp of smoke ascended. 

A flame represents so many things. 

Life, a soul, a yearning. 

To me it is mesmerizing. 

But now the flame is gone, and it’s time for me to go to bed.