Carried Away

I wish to sate myself with the smells of fire And drift like smoke into the air Be cleansed by the drift in my heart’s desire And chase stars clinging to the atmosphere Or perhaps be embers that burn below the flame Bright and essential light, intense in my burn Longing to be utterly quenched by sweet rain To char the memories of what I have spurned Rather a bright summer breeze where eagles carry me far Atop the strength of wings finding home for this castaway Above the menagerie of each tragic scar In the drift of fond freedoms that lift grief away