The bright light stands steady in the dark.
Even with its brilliance a time to fade will come.
Flicker and sputter in the gloom
Fear grows as the shadows lengthen and swell.
What will be left when the brilliance fades to black?
Where will the rest of us be when there is nothing left but memories and dreams?

My fear feeds the shadows.
The darkness smothers and quenches the light
The tighter I hold my lungs the weaker the flame.
Cannot breath or let my whimper free.
My hope stuck behind my teeth.

A spark, a glimmer ignites on the fumes of my fear.
Its light nurtures and replenishes the fading wisp.
Both grow to a magnificent luminosity.
Together nurtured, nourished, hope and dreams feeding the warmth.