smoke billows into the dark heaven
treating the silence so serene unbroken
stretching its line without a twisted bend
no wind to disturb its wealthy ascent
standing proudly like a gallant post
knows not its soul how to ebb its growth
burning life to liberty has time awakened
giving light to darkness its wick been inflamed
shimmering menial flame defiantly glow
closing its curtains of elongated shadow
blowing off its life just a little halfway
a second life to wait to be lit at any day...
Triangle Writes... 