The Meeting

The stars above could not have seen the wonder of their plan
allowing through either karma or kismet two souls to meet
Nor the heavens begin to understand how lucky the two be
To have found each other through none other than human device.

Like flames, they always flickered throughout their allotted life
So many times before had each struck matches without spark
Each fed off the other until both could grow strong and proud
Not realizing that suffocation would soon take its toll.

So when the time had come, they were both prepared
Yet neither could stop the other's nor their own demise
They were not strong enough to combat such a drenching force
Each lasted as long as possible, but both succumbed to extinguishment

Now, all that remains is a memory; the wick that waits for the match
Then the two could live again and prosper in the warm glow of each other
Till then, it is dark and the only light is from man-made sources
With counterfeit emotions and artificial life and no soul of its own.