Beginning... End

They walk in lines... two by two.
Numbering many, yet countless few
Understand the path they take.
With torch in hand, they'll never wake you.
Footsteps flow through feelings... sorrow,
Ensuring that you'll see tomorrow.
Performing not what people do.
They march with flames and dreams to show.
Like all before, their time has come
To take their fire... make it one
Ball ablaze to light the world
Until -- at length -- the final hurl's done.
A massive light, as shadows hide
In crevices deep within, inside.
And all at once, unleashed at last,
Another day will come to pass by.
All too fleeting it does appear,
But a lifetime to those who've gathered here.
They join hands... quiet, movement slow.
A welcomed tear has come to know fear.
And in the breeze, they fade away
As twilight puts to sleep the day.
The fire made a lifetime ago
By apparitions, wraiths, and souls may
Someday be remembered well...
Of when two lovers heard the bell...
Of when a mother first held her child...
Or when you laughed all the while, well
Then their lives were not in vain.
They thrive in every drop of rain.
As each new soul takes place in line,
Forever remaining silent, blind... sane.