A Small Light
A small light, shimmering, alone and kempt
Cold and stern, I sat watching and fading
This flow of sound, or beat or rhythm, ah
This day, disturbing my slumber, constant
Makes me empty – feels empty, prolonging
A day, or yet a life not worth living
This small note, I sought, now, inside only;
What truth is told, in, within me, hiding?
This sound of life, full of loss and change, ah
Is but a soft hush, a whisper, empty
Such a reflection of myself, passing
Pondering I stayed; The candle waving
This story now and this story only
was but a moment in my life, a trend
What am I doing, now or never, ah
As I look upon this small light, sighing
It, now, like a sun, rose and is falling
Isn’t like me, already dying – dead
Written By: Maxime S. Barthe
