Written after finding a candle that had just been put out.
The flame is now no more, although I did not see it die,
gone it’s calming sheen, I feel loss yet don’t know why
and grieve for once soft vibrate scene .
For I could watch forever such shimmering sensuous sway,
the sultry merge aura of it’s red through blue teasing play,
atop leafless wax flora.
A final wheeze of wispy charcoal smog from blackened wick,
a brief vapid scent, semi liquid fingers drip down then stick,
along a candle now spent.