Swan Song?

dollops of moonlight
peppered with stars
set in hazeful of winter sky
chilling early morning breeze
pierces woolen capped ears
calls names, which no longer are
how many more breaths
have i in me, i wonder
how many roads still await me
or where they are?
i have seen angels at work
bringing dead to life
and i believe in them
or am i imagining
in my final burst of light
before the heart-flame wavers
quivering and dancing
a never before dance
only to peter out in eternal dark
leaving ephemera glow
on tip of a consumed wick
and some thin ephemeral smoke
this and then only this remains
and then just no more

~Ajaya Khullar~

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