The Moments Before a Lamp-flame is Lost

by Shaun Terry


I feel the warmth of the last fuel in your lamp,
as you try to burn it out.
You’re cutting off the air supply
that blew your flame askew;
a breeze that went bad.

But you glow so beautifully
when the potion’s right.
I’ve blown too hard too many times,
so maybe it’s time to let the flame die.

But I would miss your unique luminescence and warmth,
and that means something to me.
Everything beautiful dies,
but I keep hoping to indulge in a few moments more.
A momentary loss of grace shouldn’t have to last forever.

Everything in the universe eventually finds peace.
What if we could have a peace of our own.