Waiting for the fire.....

My senses seek a fire...

Not the fire of the woods, which spell destruction
Neither that of a flickering flame,hmm uncertainity
But the one that emerges out suddenly
Of the candle's molten peripheries...

Moving within radially, every moment in struggle
They finally perish, and if they won't
They are blown-off................

The jealous, unkindled air rushes through
And puts an end to the existence
Of that short-lived and yet the most luminous flame ever.

But.....No!!.........the fire hasn't died
Every element within refuses to accept an end
I saw it reincarnate and at that very moment
My own heat got merged with the flame's

I know that the summoned death wouldn't arrive
And that fire cocooned in sparkling wax would wait;
Wait....for another reincarnation and metamorphosis

And so would I...be here waiting.....