A luscious scent sweeps the air

Candles flicker with exhaled breath

One dances fervently-- a jester in a king’s court

Dancing with one another, twirling, intertwining each other’s flame.

Another, smaller, cowering from the world.

Minute star made on command.

We are the star makers.

Who are we to create the stars?

The flicker and dance in the night,

A destruction, all powerful heat, penetrating and overcoming the darkness;

Omnipotent consuming all.... break the silence of the night with a mere crackle.

The stars, seemingly endless, but true,

Perception of the infinite unknown.

Immortal numbers of provinces this mortal planet has never dreamed of.

Opportunities of life, technology, and beauty only in imagination,

Which it why I love it so much.

Other minds, perceptions, religions, perhaps the truth.

Giant stars, and tracking of lights to the long-since past, but alive in my eyes.

The ocean, as endless as the universe.

The depths are inspiring, and swimming is flying.

Powerful as fire and just as beautiful.

Rain, just saying it brings a smile.

Rolling down soaking the body,

A sweet moment of life, especially if shared

Feeling the kiss of the sky on your soul, feeling its power, yet gentleness.

Wind, earth’s touch on your skin.

Play-fighting with the earth, pushing you back

And walking foreword, blocking the challenging wind.

Other times, loving, a breeze to cool you, redden your cheeks,

and to blow your hair playfully.

Storms, a dance of energy.

Large drums make your insides tremble with exhilaration and excitement, power

The light dances too fast in the sky,

Simply a mesmerizing magnificence.

Music, one of the best inventions,

or is it instinct?

Birds make music, the rain, the fire, the sea, just natural.

From voice to instruments to nature.

Human emotion filling your heart to the point of breaking.

A painting, a jumbled mess of good and bad,

Colours mixed, emotions changing.

The candles blown out one by one,

The scent thickens, flickers to a spiked, colourful flame.

A pool of liquid beneath as the smoke swirls upward to the stars.

The wick an acute glowing orange,

Sparking to clasp onto life.

My breath whispering toward it and grasping it for a moment

Before diminishing the beauty called fire.