"Ablaze"

Like Orange he burns
In the midnight,
Like Red he swirls
In the twilight.

Fighting to live
To flicker and flare,
Fighting to stay
And survive each stare.

His droplets create moments
Out of dreams,
His movement creates rhythm
That he steals.

His every glister
Lends a smile,
And his every quiver
Lasts a while.

Swaying side to side
Hugging his neck,
Slowly disappearing
Into a speck.

He doesn't doubt
The quality of a spark,
Instead he questions
The dark...

(Gayatri- thanks for the inspiring pic!)