Ashes
On the coldest nights
I reach for her warmth
among chilling black shadows
the embers in my heart
glow for her fiery soul
From spark to flame
from ashes I rise
for love to blossom
to be born again
into something radiant
Thinking I was wise
wary of her flames
somehow I knew
I could survive her fire
love scorches sometimes
I have been
a phoenix before
every time love burns
I find a way
to rise again
Deep inside I knew
we were embers
from the same blazing heart
of purpose and desire
reduced to ashes
Always scattered to the wind
once again finding
your jasmine scent
they come back to
fall into the pyre again
Love is an eternal flame
never completely fading
so love when I die
please mingle our ashes
to bury us together...
Copyright © Ken Carroll | Year Posted 2018
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