Smoke

In the shore my feet are washed by the sand,

Weary and in deep solitude I gaze

I run to chase its maze

But it vanished long before my reach.

The last candles slowly burns

The bright orange light slowly turns,

Sprouting sparks throughout the night

Trying to keep fiery light.

The wax slowly immerse

And words simply run out of verse,

Twisting and turning in flight

The smoke clinging to its height.

Wind carries the smoke to a distant

Far beyond my weary sight

Till it lives no more

and leaves a memory in the shore.