Burn Baby Burn

How many degrees to burn you out of the heart of me?

Seven Hundred sixty degrees? Nine hundred eighty?

Charred hopes, drifting embers of dreams…

And when your bones split and turned to ashes

Crumbling onto white unforgiving ceramic

Did what was contained within fly free?

Released for all Eternity…

For last night in fevered dreams the North wind howled

A familiar wolf song it seemed

Stealing in through the cracks of my consciousness

A swirl of stardust, your precious essence

Whispering “I love you”

A cherished spark landing

Upon smouldering tinder

Inside the soul of me…

~ kei

20 February 2015

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