what was once a steady flame
begins its end.
going so quickly it rolls onto and into
transforming the nothing into an
exceptional display of motion and play with light and dark visible
when otherwise this would go unnoticed.
flickering in the light already lit
full of intrigue and wonder
pushing the air out of its way
to display it's spectacular
fireworks in the daytime, the moment gone nearly as abruptly as it came.
we all go.
and to remember that the end can be as significant as the duration of the light.
the giving and the receiving,
hurriedly pushing upwards.