Transient light

Bit by bit,

The dancing flames

Grow dim

As an evening lit up

By a million sparks

Comes to an end.

An evening

When a million homes

Came alive,

United

As one vast expanse

Of sparkling light

Under a cold, misty

Rumbling November sky.

Now, as the dying flame

Sucks dry every pore

Of the darkening lamp,

Time surrounds me

And swallows me

Into it’s darkest depths,

Like a sparkling moment

Of transient light.