candles

out, out.
burned at both ends
we lit up again
fooling ourselves

my one and only

then why so many?
some short
some tall
all fall
short of the ideal


your flame lights mine
for a moment in time
two burn as one
but the fire inside burns

higher!
brighter...
hotter.
as the wax melts down
and the silk turns to ash
and the light's but a flash
'til the end


-Moth