The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Let My Ash

Burn me and keep me burning 
Until the desire in me sleeps 
Let your spark turn me into ash 
So that no pain can again creep

Oh wind of sorrowful breath! 
Help me scatter my ashes 
Where my beloved steps ahead 
To hold her as she passes

Let my ash be dust of her path
To cushion her soft, tender sweep
And soak all her painful tears
If somehow she comes to weep

Let my ash hold her to my heart
If it is broken for some betrayal
And convinced her very tenderly
If she is gloomy for some denial
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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