Lights
Why is it that
the brightest lights
are the ones to
burn out so fast?
We notice their presence more
and their abscence too
But we fail to see them as dim,
because they're still brighter than the rest
They're a brightness in our lives,
and a warmth within our hearts,
but because of the difference in infinities,
they're a fault in our stars.
When these lights butn out,
our halls, streets, and hearts feel empty
anf just like what's seen
on a dark night without a candle;
filled with nothingness.
When the the light goes out,
we stumble about like blind men.
When the heat goes away,
we shiver and shake like chattering teeth.
Even after the light and warmth leaves,
out memories remain
and we must use them
to live on day to day.
We we cannot allow our own lights
to burn out.
Instead we must take the example
that theirs have left behind.
So remember their smiles and laughter,
and mirror them.
Forget any pain or suffering
and shut them out.
Build your light.
Protect it from pain.
Do not ignore or forget it.
But let the memorial flame burn on.
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