On a stormy night
Heavy rain fell upon an old lamp
It burnt bright until it’s age
Its flames flickered a last breath
Before ending its light..
In that darkness,
When the cold droplets of water
Touched the burning body of the lantern
A smoke escaped from its form
It took a shape, and whispered to me
I am free, it’s time for me to leave,
To move on, to be formless,
In order to birth new forms..
But you still have to burn bright
For one day, will be the end of your light
Until then don’t let your smoke go cold
World sees the shine of all who are bold
Then someday your stories will be told
Which your soul will forever behold..