All of me is a moment’s story in which to falter, flutter and
fly; a flash to fall in love with the light and another to be
consumed by it and rise.
I live a lifetime in that single instant, initially ignoring the
flame, taking the glow for granted. That it is my source and
the reason for my being is a realization that dawns on me
when it flickers and dips making an ominous grey eat into
my eyes. At such a time either a strong gust of wind blows
out the candle or I cup the staggering flame to save myself
from impending darkness.
The candle sways and gracefully finds its wick making me
fall in love with the brilliance it surrounds me with. I sit
staring at my beloved till I want to touch the fire. I linger
around it, fluttering closer and closer, drinking in its
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