Embers of Hope
Embers die
and cast about,
upon the winds of Winters' breath.
Summers' passion long forgotten,
extinguished raging fire.
Hopes, remain
beyond the flame,
bring back a flash,
your eyes,
your lips,
your face.
Memories refrain,
torturous repetition,
that hangs
upon the cusp,
to fall in line,
as Nature and The Fates
negotiate.
Dishing up the seasons,
of love,
and life,
and death,
and hurt endures,
'till eyes are closed,
and embers
die at last.
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Comments: 10
"till eyes are closed, and embers die at last." Very touching.
Lost Soul, Thank you. I appreciate your sugestions on those lines.
Amy, I am glad you like my poem so well!! :)