The Flames

Gone to the flames is my love for her, What’s left are only charred remains, Gone to the flames are the flowers blooming in my meadow, What’s left is the strewn ashes in my chamber. I poured my love into a vessel, It drained into nothingness, Something else had a pride of place in her, The social space had a hold on her. I was inebriated with love, She was desirous of the spotlight, I was basking in the sunshine of my heart’s glow, She was looking for stars in the shadows. Gone to the flames are the moments with her I held so dear, The glow is dimmed and lost, Gone to the flames is the portrait of her in me, My net is cast into the sea of cheerfulness. Gone to the flames are the hurting memories, My stressed mind has risen on the wings of hope.