Like a flame I am extinguished I was fire, I was light But I let my smoke rise too high Now I am darkness Cold and afraid I cling to the memory Of what I once was
They float, slowly Cascading down Sifting through the air Swaying back and forth When I reach up to touch them, They move ever so slightly Away from my grasp Avoiding my touch They want to stay But remain far enough away
Cold to the touch I feel it rolling down Like the trace of a finger It leaves a trail A temporary reminder Of why it's there I wipe it away Knowing another will come To take its place