Ashes
As some ritual dance learned at a mentor’s side
The days slip into knots of quiet undulation
There are no flames of fury to be seen
No flaring licks of tortured energy
The years just tumble on ,
A rumble low across the edges of the earth
...it seems ..
The fire is out...but ashes stirred reveal the burning coals
Still smoldering
That will not easily depart
Stir up those ages ..poke at the sulking dust
And see the blood red wounds bleed out their heat
As they lay brooding hidden in the flakey ash
Filled with new air...it breaths
Lights up again but not for long.
The fire burns .....then turns to grey
And then to dust.
Nov. 5th 2012