Elemental Ballet

By Mike Garvey

A burning light at the end of a cold, damp tunnel fills my mind with sorrow,
Because every day, I realize the day I’ll see you will never be the morrow.
The delicate flame flickers with every gentle breeze,
And if it ever were to be doused, my heart and soul will never find ease.
Air and fire, in this ballet, coincide with one another,
But as I go farther, the more the air tries to smother.
A dance of two elements is the most beautiful ever done,
Yet if it were never to finish, it would with a gun.
For you the ballet would resume.
The fire holds strong to not entomb.
As for me, the performance would be belated,
But my soul with your flame, surely, will never be vacated.