The Flame

As I sit timelessly by the candlestick glazing into the flame thinking that this is the purest form of creation...
With the beauty of a blossomed red rose no one knows the true power that this red rose holds
It can grow into a destructive force 
Or it can bring warm 
It can be ignited with the simplest of ease or it can be extinguish with the lightest of breeze
The flame has birth many great creations
Even now it is the creator of my great inspirations
Although the candlestick grows smaller the flame remains the same
And that flame will never change until the candlestick no longer remains 
Now you may failed to realize that my body is the candlestick and my brain is the flame 
But as you reread this I guarantee that you want comprehend this the same
Now you see that I'm glazing into a mirror looking at the flame in my soul
Acknowledging the power, beauty, and potential that I hold 
I AM THE FLAME