The flames rise to dance anew
with the added fodder.
Sadness consumes happiness
as thoughts feed the flames.
Wood to coal to ashes
the dance goes on.
Thoughts of expectations
misleading joy to denial.
The flames jump up into the ether
their fuel is the air itself.
Sad memories linger always
feeding on existence and experience.
Flames and thoughts float
out of sight, but both are
always etched in my mind.
by M. Perron (Originally written December 19, 1991)
Notes: Written shortly after a break-up and feeling lost and confused. It was my way to say goodbye.
The New Renaissance Mindset 