Flames That Weep
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Remembrance of guilt from pages turned brown
Read like old letters of scattered debris
Torn from love's book and allowed to fall down
To build a funeral pyre for all to see
Yesterday's desire I've folded in time
Then cast into flames where memories cry
Smoke colored names in the air will climb
And I saw them rise to an endless sky
They cling to a hearth now stained by fool's gold
Filled with dung rich charcoal from flames that weep
A moment's pause for memories burned cold
A cause to free the heart so it can sleep
Thrown to flames blazing of my yesterday
I watched all the names burn slowly away
2/28/17
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2016
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