Rebirth

Leaves slide across an eternity of time, memories parted into petals one by one curl, crumble and blow away as so much dust on the wind. Here in this ivy-chained shelter I would close my eyes and drape myself in a cloak of a burning intensity of colour; A suttee-made of smouldering flowers and sunset beauties. Many hands have nurtured and tended to this burning ember on the skyline watched as it bloomed from bud, grew to unbearable blaze and perished in Phoenix glory. Few are the hands that have gathered its ashes to dreamwalk again, forming another seed another circle, another orb, another sphere of life. A new lotus grows, unfolding to the promise of light as I bask in the eternal devotion of a gardener to his garden