The burning candles
Cradle hungry flames.
Torn, tear-stained letters
Stenciled with his name,
Tossed into the fire
Devoured by the flames.
Scraps of paper,
Held in brief captivity,
Now, dying embers
Scattered recklessly,
Reality into smolders,
Vanishing-
Inevitably.
YOU ARE READING
Summer Sands
PoetrySummer The days are longer The night skies Draped in stars, Shimmering pearls in the ocean; While the seagulls soar Above the ever, turning tides.
Ephemeral
The burning candles
Cradle hungry flames.
Torn, tear-stained letters
Stenciled with his name,
Tossed into the fire
Devoured by the flames.
Scraps of paper,
Held in brief captivity,
Now, dying embers
Scattered recklessly,
Reality into smolders,
Vanishing-
Inevitably.