Life flickers through the vapors of our dreams,
Fooled we think we are solid,
As we slip between the spaces of life’s seams.
Haunting shadows fitfully flaming bright then dim,
Fleeting light we cannot own,
Only wax and wick burning human foolishness and whim.
Words held glib outstretched to touch the wild sky,
To let relentless stabbing winds,
Blow out their spirit in wispy cooling smoke to die.
Are we hopeless moths flying from an ink black lie?
To dance and flutter, mindless, drawn,
Around a flame soon burnt, consumed, without a reason why.
Or are we unopened gifts held out and given free,
By unfathomable love for his beloved,
Our candle spirits illuminating wrappings soon opened for us to see.
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