The Candle

By Naima Averoff

Years,

Candles,

It’s all the same.

It starts with a flame, a fire

That spark of life that seems as if it will never die out

It’s truly exhilarating to watch that flame dance and move about 

Blue,

Red,

Orange,

Yellow.

The colors mix and create a one in a lifetime experience.

Something that can never be recreated.

But all good things come to an end, soon the spark runs out

The candle dies

Gone

Gone is the flame that will once embraced me

Gone is the year

Gone are those feelings 

The candle has burnt out

The year is gone.