A Birthday Candle Poem by Leon Moon

He will not age.
Unlike the eternal Sun.

He is the flame.
A birthday candle.

I

as he wishes
his wishes are in vain
camera flashes
the singing of rain

I

His breath is page.
The inkwell countdowns from none.

He is the same.
A birthday candle.

I

offering refrain
each eye abstains
neither looks away
each eye is yours today.

I

A peculiar fame
Ritual of blame;
Sweet taste,
Yearly waste
Our future is candles
On a birthday cake.

I

He is the flame.
Lit and blown away.

He will not fade.
Unlike the eternal Sun.