Candle Light

As I watch the candlelight,

I observe patterns of women,

Singing lullabies for their infants.

As I watch the candlelight,

I observe the pattern of souls,

Dancing in dismay,

For death visited them,

At an early hour.

As I watch the beetles,

Flying around the candlelight,

My mind warns me of nature's rule,

That everything must end,

Slowly or rapidly.