I see fires

I see fires.
I see flames all around.
In the flimsy glow of the street lamps,
In the table dances of the candle light,
In the blunt end of dark shadows,
In the colourful scribbles of a neighbour,
In the delightful smile and the gentle tears,
Hanging from the roof I sleep under,
Seeping above the earth I wander,
I feel the warmth that sustains and the light that slashes and kills.
I see the endless dances of an eternal chasm that reminds me that I too shall one day perish.
That I will be embraced by those prisms once and forever.
And I shall become that and that alone…

— Ayalavan