Melting wax flickers and glows
As liquid droplets pool below.
Shadows dance playfully by it's side
Neither knowing when they'll die.
Darkness and light
Such relentless strife.
What's the point of this endless fight?
Right or wrong?
Easier said than done.
Which Cicero declared "To each his own"
Regardless of past
Present
Or future
Neither shall exist without the other.
No sun.
No life.
No dancing flame.
No shadow.
No night.
Just one
Everlasting paradise.
