The delicate quiver of a flame,
Yet it burns bold,
Its journey as it wanes,
A story to be told!
The brilliance of its dazzle,
The toil of its burn,
In my mind’s hustle,
A thousand thoughts it churns!
Devouring the dark,
It reveals the real!
Chaos or calm,
The birth of light!
A glowing silence,
Oblivious to its might!
Amplifying shadows,
And diminishing doubt,
Cannot the mind learn?
To calm it’s shout!
