Embers of Time
A radio is playing carols, the melody is old
She closes now, the curtains to the night
She switches off the table lamp, and loneliness ignites
Then she turns to watch the embers turning cold
She cannot blame the onions for her eyes
Aloneness seems more lonely in December
When the season seems forever in disguise
Of fires warm and cozy, and kisses to remember
and love was like a flower, sweet and tender
Alone in April wears a different face
The flames have died, and smoke is just a trace
of silent fragrance, from the distant years
And embers turn from ashes into tears
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For the contest sponsored by Gail Doyle "Embers of Time"
4/22/14
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