Light

The crisp night breeze off the leas signals a need for evening fire

In ashes an ember, a glow, a spark to remember of afternoon's desire

A breath, a blow ignites and does grow into a whispering flame

erasing shadows that shrink, rise and sink, darkness to tame

Dim flickering light, birthed in halls of night illuminates shades of past day's story

It warms a shiver, hope does deliver, delaying wanning day's color in dyeing glory

The day it does save, resurrected from the grave, where in ashes it lay dead

But with memory's breath brought back from death, it lives burning in one's head

Reviews

[Michael Sun Bear]

I love this Soren. Your first two lines are absolutely beautiful, made me hunger for the rest. It’s all good. Well done.

[Soren]

Thank you so much for the read and most kind words they are most appreciated