She burns to ashes
a flash that ails me
And in the night, shines bright
a totem of humanity
Alive with our eyes closed
and speaking without voices
telling one tale
once and twice are our choices.
Writings of a city
of a place
of a time
full of grace
buring embers
amongst the cinders
obvious,
in their snow covered Decembers
Pointing at the blue moon in the night sky
past a mocking cloud the wind moves aside
Savor ten moments and tears of those who've cried