<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=526809" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Stars Burn At Their Brightest</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am the candle flame <br>which burns brightest<br>before last flickering moments <br>of struggling heart-torn life.<br>Each day a part <br>of me is consumed <br>in differing <br>though measured step.<br>Burned out forever.<br>Slowly I am drowning <br>wick is near liquefied end.<br>I’m falling without footing <br>or foundation beneath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Can I exist a stub <br>upon discarded altar <br>of a God who did not see <br>or answer prayer? <br>Until dismal day <br>he deems fit, to clear <br>waxen dregs aside.<br>To be forgotten <br>as I was in last <br>fitful moments <br>when life <br>spluttered out <br>within me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am mesmerized moth <br>which dances <br>the most divine <br>on a starlit night <br>as wonder <br>fills the clear <br>star laid heavens.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Set against <br>a satin black night <br>which threatens <br>to swallow eternally <br>all within its veldt <br>stars burn <br>at their brightest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So momentary moth <br>lives, loves, dances, <br>for an eternity <br>within winged magic; <br>of such a single night.<br>Then falls embracing <br>its greatest moment <br>a singled lifeless void.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But it dies at peace <br>at one with God <br>harmonic heavens love all things.<br>Only burn body remains <br>as dormant husk we see <br>to form elements in new beings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For its essence <br>fled swiftly <br>to a more perfect plane.<br>It is only we <br>of human form <br>that embrace bewitching flame.<br>Then remain as tormented <br>empty husks forever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sands do fall slowly <br>as always <br>which gather <br>to contain life’s span.<br>But no joy <br>is found <br>in them rather <br>we would.<br>Sear them all apart <br>in a single <br>thunderous breath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terence+George+Craddock">Terence George Craddock</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=526809" data-title="Stars Burn At Their Brightest de Terence George Craddock" data-description="I am the candle flame which burns brightest before last flickering moments of struggling heart-torn life. Each day a part of me is consumed in differing though measured step. Burned out forever. Slowly I am drowning wick is near liquefied en..."></div> </div> </div>

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