I have seen my thoughts come to life, the danceing flames of my dreams.
And i am now ready to travel on, it's hard to say the next time we shall meet .
Maybe in this life, or  maybe in the storm of a billion drops of rain.
Just know i was not driven to this,  or forced by my recent discovery.
I am for the journey, and the winds bring my time.
I travel onward now, my sweet sweet candle light.
Still, do not think of me as old and past my days.
But rather, think of me as free, like a gust of wind or a simple breath.
I remain long after death.