The Lamp

I give you this little lamp

It will burn
As long as there is oil
As long as you add oil

Nevertheless the wick will shorten
Everytime..

The light will add light
Where there is none
And where there is,
It still burns..

The wick alone,
With fire, is ash
With oil, it sublimes
Into nothing..

And finally,
The wick exhausted
The oil emptied
The light escapes with light
The soot and the cup
Remain.

A new wick, fresh oil
Boldens the hearts again..