A blue flame is dancing under the dark of night,

Teasing and pleasing...

Something you want to capture.

Hold it tight, bring it in,

watch it burn.

The angiush in wanting...

a simple prayer left unanswered.

The hope in possiblities that will never exist.

The flame will only hurt you.

Leave a scar that will pain you to witness.

Still you sit and watch and want.

Carefully anylizing every curve,

every flicker in the wind.

You fail to notice you are moving closer,

and the flame is  dimming.

Then there is only smoke,

a choking reality of what once was,

and what could never have been.