I am but a candle with both ends burnt.

Ashes crumble as all I've seen and learnt;

But the sands pour down to the other side-

And nothing remains of what's left behind.

While seeds of time and souls do come,

And the olden die and ghosts become;

It is but fate and the destined twine,

That shall ignite what's left and let me shine.

I am but a rose between the parchment rolls:

Etched 'gainst the lines of timeless odes.

Oh, but when dark befalls, and the flames dim far,

Candlelight, candle bright:

Shine away the darkest night.

Dwindle in the faintest gale,

Fade not in the coldest hail.

Toast warm the icy lands,

Burn not the softest hands.

Sway your flame in a dance,

Wick upright and stiff at glance.

Sleep again by dawn of days,

Forever glows your mellow haze.

Pool of white by end of night,

Vanish... In thin air

Strong feelings to the flame

Burned up along with sorrow

Vanishing with the flame

Feelings that were supposed to last forever...

Feelings that were so strong...

Gone. Poof. Sizzle.

The feeling is gone

Like the roaring flame of a forest Fire

The flame seems to go on and on...

But, burns out, eventually...

And yet, the fire seemed so strong...

Beginning to doubt it's power

Beginning to doubt if it were really there

But, it was truly at it's peak

Until lost, in thin air...