The Flame

The flame gave out a glowing warmth,
As it danced around in circles.
I stood there in its dancing shadow and watched in awe,
As it took control of my every thought.

Hypnotized by the dancing flame,
I stood there in its shadowy light.
And as it flickered and breathed its last,
I stood there, miserable and all alone.

We are much alike.
When we are happy, we dance around
And give out a glowing warmth.
But when we are enveloped in a blanket of sadness,
We become cold and uncaring,
Like an unwelcome wintery night.

-Rhea. B, 2004