Flame Imperishable

"You cannot pass," he said. … "I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor. You cannot pass. The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udûn. Go back to the Shadow! You cannot pass." Gandalf  LOTR - John Ronald Reuel Tolkien

Sitting amidst the glow of candlelight

The tiny flickers are guiding, despite

The lack of any overall sense of illumination;

The mind recalls the heart`s plight,

And hopes, the memory will take flight

(Thoughts to be consumed in cremation).

Love is a poet`s greatest strength,

And is given in massive length;

But it also simultaneously presents

A weakness (which defies the sense).

Love – the most treasured token –

Is: torture, when the heart is broken.

Like the wax, which evaporates beneath the flame

(Longing exacerbates) the fading spirit is the same;

As the solid and firm is slowly becoming liquefied,

(By the minor additions of searing, silent heat applied)

The mind contrives to extinguish the connections,

Of those mementos (foul and fond) – past recollections.

Madness when, the softness of sunlight`s song is: a sorrowful sonance;

Sadness when, the refrain of reprieve is: reversed – regrettable resonance.

But, despite all the internal devastation

(The continuous, corroding, conflagration;

The wick`s – the heart`s – incineration)

…The countenance is steel,

Actions do not reveal,

Spoken words conceal…

 

And, the fire of love (for verse) burns calm and steady;

An endless desire to disperse – though all else is unsteady.

Composed By: A. D.