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William J. Jr.
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William J. Jr. Atfield
From a dying Ember
To a live Flame
Fame – ous, Autumn Green Eyes, Beauty her name –
came into the light – a clearing – that shone so bright,
same as shining stars in the dead of night.
Fight for ardor, once more – cut down by a knife –
sight awash into blindness – no room in her life.
Strife, the journey this ember to flame takes –
Fife plays the marching song – the road that makes
flakes out of the heart – odyssey on broken wings.
Stakes to high, to sharp – killing - the voice that sings,
brings a melancholy, endings to – an ancient man
strings life, desires, loving, memories as best he can.
Fan those embers, light that flame, love this man !
An ember into a blazing inferno.
You, the igniter ?, I have come to know.
From a spark or recognition – ignition
into a world of burning desire for life – contradiction
for all – in this world – I have done wrong,
all who have departed – leaving a very sad song,
singing to the winds of passing time
as I reach deep within – try to rhyme
away all that clings – wants to stay
outside of memories hoard – live
to become cathartic elixirs
healing the soul,
seeing them fly.
I, with my inner eye – might just see - the real me
for others to know – maybe to enjoy the show
as my days wane – lessen – the pain
to become clear- see it afar, no longer near.
Some days are gray – a way we have to pay
for life in this world – on this plane –
that flight from - to come back again -
the right sum – death with rain,
tears we shed at the throes of change.
B. J. “A” 2
March 16th 2008