Death it comes so suddenly

A flicker of life, a spark and then

Blown away, to be no more.

Yet after the fire, ashes there are

Ashes that when placed upon the soil of the soul,

Give into that one just a little of what captivated it,

What made for its aliveness.

Life like a candle,

There is only so much wax,

Only so much wicker.

The flame it happens and then

Gives way.......

Life Flows on.