Comments about Andrew Hinton
A Flickering Flame
The flickering flame slowly begins to die,
I watch as smoke begins to gently fly.
Just the little ember in the wick remains,
Like a survivor from the wax it proclaims.
Pulsing and orange it waivers uncertain,
The smoke hiding it like a grey curtain.
I can't blink as I watch it die,
Knowing that its time is nigh.