The festival of death.

Sometimes,

We forget

The reason to celebrate life,

Is that its music

Flares up,

- A dance of sense and nonsense -

Then snuffs out

Silent.

So when the darkness huddles

In the corners,

In the peripheries

Of the day to day,

Sneaking steadily closer.

We should remember

The light

Is

Sometimes

Life itself,

And it is enough

To celebrate.