Penned words lick the wind
like withered leafs
falling into ruddy-brown piled paper
of "Once upon a time" love letters
and long ago dried tears.
Re-read quietly then scooped
into rusting metal receptacles
waiting to be burned.
Chant-
"Bring forth the flame by starlight pale,
O’ healer of willow-bent hearts prevail.
Where the haunted woods lay hushed and still
fallow the path of loves travail."
One wooden match drawn,
poised and glowing
between burning fingertips
like the lilt of a concerto
haunting the orchestra.
While ancient oaks scrape
splintered limbs in somber applause
and the new Day waits in shadows.
Match tossed, memories ignite
{{ crescendo }}
finally ending the love song.
Heart-seared flames fling
hotter and higher,
flicking lost promises that crackle
and belch acrid-black plumes
carrying your words away,
carrying you away,
fading into gray forgotten wisps
disappearing into midnight.
© Copyright claimed 2007, Debra Marlar
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