Reflections at a Pyre Place

Shimmering and fragile

Ebbing into an ashen glory

While you hum into misbegotten darkness--

Am empty mind flaring incessantly

To an end of its world.

Crackling fires of hope and warmth

Are all that keep you alive.

The wood burning away

Is it not a reflection of memories?

That hurt with fiery certainty

And warm your soul to abyssmal peace