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.


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