When The Light Goes Off. By ChimmyLuthor

What is the legacy of a lit candle after it's light has been snuffed out? 

What is the evidence that it was ever there? 

In a well ventilated room where nature quickly eliminates the smoke,

The only physical print that bears testament to its luminous performance, is a vestige of wax amidst a ceramic dish.

But this is hardly novel.

The only reason we remember a candle when it is gone is that it was the final hint of life long past midnight and our memories of the light it gave while it still consumed oxygen.

What We Become. By O.b.i

I'm am what we become, when the tears dries up and the heart pickup its pieces. When there is no longer fear,

or expectations or doubt, just dreams and desire, and a dare.

I'm what we become on those mornings that ends the night,  those mornings that the flowers sway to the bird's tune.

l'm what is left when the sun takes its light, l'm the night that brings bright stars and a glowing moon.

I'm what we become through the heat of the furnace and the thorns by the footpath, when it becomes pristine and pure,

when the scar finds its cure.

I'm what we become when we accept what we have become, when we make peace from what we cannot make pieces from.

I am what is left after the storm.