The Flame is glorious
an unthreatening
and fierce warmth
intense
full of bright light
orange, yellow, white orange, white yellow, white
It rolls into the air
back and forth
up and down
free
to float into the room
disappear beyond
what i can see
or feel
or hear
or grasp
or know
even Its wick cannot hold It here
It is too passionately limitless
to stay…

and still i feel It
in my heart
the Flicker
that remains