Mere Reflection

Mere Reflection - M.V. Briones

Mere reflection this is:
The fire on the glass.
While the candle flickers aglow-
Blow! Until none there was.
(There once was once,
Then there was none.)

But there was smoke, indeed,
When fire has died and gone.
Like a feather floating, the mere reflection then,
Disappeared like there was none.
(Though never gone,
No, never gone.)

M. V. Briones