And I saw candles in the skylight That forced me to look outward Their flickered flames in twilight Made is so there was not an echoed word
I looked upward, onward At a world ending above me As if a deaf manβs silence as he hears The first strings of a symphony
Under that purple and crimson sky The masses joined my gaze Looking to horizons, not one eye dry As endless candles floated in the haze
The sun it set, or did it burst? A gasp, a rush, then no more As candles fell from darkened sky And set fire to the floor
But I will remember the penultimate The flickered flames in technicolor sky The beauty near the ending for which I was present As all and all and all said goodbye
Sometimes endings are the most beautiful things in the world. Biting into a bittersweet fruit that was only meant to be tasted once, then ultimately lost...