If Tomorrow Comes…

You were always just a photograph
Two dimensions that somehow transcended
The boundaries of paper, ink and emulsion
Touching off a firestorm of emotion

Burn Baby, burn…

I watch your visage char and blacken
Let the flames purify my heart and cleanse my soul
Wind to scatter the ashes of a love stillborn
Put out the fire with tears  and mourn

Wheel in the sky, watch it turn…

kei
4 January 2013

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