Dwindling Candlelight

Hourglass of life drifting away

in sputter of candlelight dwindling.

No need for dirge of mournful roses -

I won’t pick life’s flowers any more.

Wind blows me with whispers

into welcoming quilted bed of night,

dusk flickers across barren fields.

Existence remembered where life

once bloomed in broken sapphires,

planted in damp earth of desolate bones.

Drowned too many times in yesterdays,

it rains and rains and never stops.

Broken aura suspended between worlds,

warm fingers no longer touch my skin.

Sobbing voices circle the moon

as I gasp in last struggle for breath,

gravity weighing me down in rich earth.

Shadows of caskets on incoming tide

covers dark void enveloping my soul.