Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Breathing In the Embers ....

Embers are weak testimony to a fire that once raged
Or so I thought….
In the cacophony of a still night,
my slow burn  ardour consorts,
makes peace,
scripts a wilful dalliance
with a past I should have thrilled more,
conformed to less.
My will screams a whisper..
“The thing about embers is
They turn orange
Before they turn ash..
After all,
not always,
does one get the chance
to turn
the searing contours
of arrows gone wrong.”
Orange it is. Not ash.

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