Flame

yes, I rise when everything
around me
falls
with a flourish,
a celebration
a silence -
a leaf,
a raindrop,
a feather,
a stone,
tugged
by an unseeable presence
of worlds
folded
within worlds;
yes I rise,
even as you try
to hold me
to your dark bosom,
a flame
setting herself on fire,
rising for no reason,
to the stars
from where I come,
then disappearing,
into the burning
emptiness,
where I belong.