I whispered to the void of flame
that danced upon unspoken words.
Why do you cremate upon the air
devouring it in gluttonous need.

As it spoke in odours of cremated
wax like tears falling but never
descending to the depths of needing
only frozen awaiting more to follow.

I wanted answers to this flickering
candle of life that shone before me,
but it wasn't finite, time weaved its
being to descend in tears never caught.

But I asked once again to why it consumed
yet it was a giver of light, and in those
fragile moments it flickered and where it
burnt  now neither warmth or light gave out.

Only wisps of smoke danced in the after image
of what had been, but in those white clouds
that clung to the air words spoke to me.
Then all was silent as tears fell no more.

*"Life is but flickers of time if we burn bright
let it be for the right reasons before we go out,