In a tree’s hollow,
a cinnabar candle swirls in a melt pool,
its flame a hidden heart,
red as beginnings disguised as ends.
An ending is the candle’s first breath of flame.
An artful flow to a fairy’s song,
singing transitions
into heavenly bodies of love.
Her voice falling like a star,
carrying the candle’s brief breath
into the red glow.
I sing of sparks that vanish.
I sing of breath that burns red.
I sing of endings that open.
An ending is the flame teaching us it was always leaving.
For loving life is full
when a moment is all she has,
and its scent is cinnamon,
lingering after the flame is gone.
Smoke curls upward, a laminar flow
carrying a song into the unseen sky.
An ending is the moment a flame becomes memory.
About the Creator
Pamela Williams
“Suppose I had wings like the dawning day and flew across the ocean. Even then your powerful arm would guide and protect me.”
— Psalm 139:9–10, Contemporary English Version (CEV)
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Beautiful and nice ending to a captivating poem .
Such a beautiful poem, Pamela!
That red candle is beautiful as it is mysterious. And I love the scent of cinnamon. A beautiful one for the challenge, Pamela.
Whoaaaa, this was soooo beautiful and profound. Loved your poem!