Memories from Ohio

The fire is alive
As I blink my tired eyes
The vapor escapes
Preparing for my wake

And as the wick melts with the wax
"How much longer?" I'd like to ask
"Not much." Says the wind
The blaze that burns grew weak and thin

Stay still, my lullaby
The wax will remember what is mine
My soul will sleep as the night goes by
My trace will sing when the time is right

And as my flame flickers down and dim
I'll ask one favor, my old friend wind
Blow me a flower to my grave
For a wax of memories is what remains

-The wax and the wind
by LL Wagner