Flame

Life is a fleeting flame
That is extinguished
Long before the embers
Are turned to ashes

But some flames
Shine more brightly
And some flames
Burn more warmly

If only for an instance
The dark night brightens
If only for a moment
The coldness is defeated

Eternal slumber awaits
But before we all sleep
We must ask ourselves
Have we been truly awake?

I Should Have Had Asked You to Dance

I should have had asked you to dance with me,
But the beat seemed not right;
I should have had asked you to dance with me,
But the rhythmn seemed wrong;
I should have had asked you to dance with me,
But the melody seemed out of tune.

Oh, I could have had held your hands;
If only for a moment, I could have had felt your warmth;
The memory would have lasted a lifetime;
But my own hands were cold;
My mouth was dry and mute;
It was unable to utter the words it should have had told.

I was left dancing alone
In a crowd of people whose faces and names were barely known.

I should have had asked you to dance with me,
But the music was almost over.
Perhaps in another dance floor,
Perhaps if the songs were different,
Maybe then I would have the courage...