Sunday, December 6, 2015



What is left
to fuel the fire
secrets kept
of my heart's desire

Embers burning
smoking coals
of what once filled
this empty soul

Bellows blowing
'cross fading red
My heart not knowing
if my soul is dead.

Emptied dreams
squelched and smothered
obscured glow
of what shoveled dirt's covered..

What can rekindle
and begin to refuel
dying and emptied
heated flames cooled

Looking for something
to offer for flame
Gently blown coo s
Hovering over with shame

Reaching for palms
some straw or a leaf
Can't leave!  must console
this pitiful grief

Can't leave the embers
that once sparked something good
can't find the fuel
just burning wet wood