Memories of Ash

I love the infected nature In which pictures burn The high degree of Chromatic mixtures Of papers and plastics boil Smoke filled memories and feeling Rise and curl and dissipate into Moisture filled air cutting Though blended blue skies And chocolate nights Feeding redwood fern forests Sheltering the cool crows Directed by mountain tops Snow melting to trickle To stream, champion cricks To rivers and to sea Muting the stern ambers Last cry of warmth one last flicker As the frozen exposure ignites Naked passions spawning Forget me not fears And tears for loved ones Who`ve simply just melted away In a vast array of boxed Cracked smiles and heavy poses That will now simply And quietly fade into The comfortable chest The open arms The safe keeping of oblivion.