Fading flames

As a furnace we burn

Though our coals are not bright

Though we wish and wish

For a different form of life

This life itself

Isn't awareness

Though in burning it is most certainly

Bright

And the saddest form of seeing is this

The distant flicker of a once bright light

Fading off into the night

Saying goodbye and goodnight

"May your consciousness ship depart quickly"

I pray