Once Upon A Flame
Once upon a flame;
Whispered words of a foreign tongue
Waking the embers, giving life to the blaze
Conjuring images, shapes from the flames
The face of a lover, close friend, or a daughter,
Shimmering bluejays or sparkling wolves
Brought to life by a voice and a lively spark,
Dancing on fingertips, twirling in air
Sparks fly high, the embers die down
Where once was a blaze, is now only ash
Gray in the dust, no longer orange and red
Flaming pictures are gone, leaving nothing but thoughts