I watch the flame as it bears its heat over the cool wax. Its power pushing over the outsides, racing intently to the bottom of its relinquishment. It shines utter relaxation, yet the knowledge that it can cause instant release and destruction brings me into a state of love and ecstasy over its controlled and fierce light. In this touch shares with me the complex realization that within its gaze, its entrancement could share a great beauty in which no other can compare. It pulses towards my touch, warming me into a dull state of excitement. Slowly it reaches, grabbing and tasting my cold pain; taking into itself my reality. My intake of life and sudden breath seemed to lull its fierce height and brought to the living flame a quick and painless death. One so depressing, the world was driven cold by its seemingly irreplaceable absence and envy filled my soul.
As I Watched The Flame
March 1, 2009