The Ash
Poem
I came from deep within the flames
I am old, no longer fresh with the searing burn of fire's youth
I am light
Carried tenderly upon the restless breeze
Away, away
From my once home
All I knew
I'll settle atop the frigid beauty of the grounded grass
Quietly, quietly
Enveloped beneath the morning dew
I am the ash
As the tears of rain pour down
Softly, softly
I am no more
I once was
But now I am not
Do not fear
For there are always flames to burn
Gently, gently
I will live again
Copy-written to Xander Bradeshaw