Pilgrimage

Flame's rhythm draws the air,
painting shadows on the wall.
My head sways like a cobra
entranced by the echoed dance.

Final remnant of tears cling;
my finger, the plank, guides them,
crawling, deeply swelling down,
lured by heat, fate's temptation.

Tension fails! Plunging, snuffing...
Upward gasp, reminiscence.
My face maps a path anew,
unshed sorrows, blurring gaze.