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…
20 February 2015