Enhancing depths

Though your poetry may have turned to ash
even in those remnants
it still retains an overwhelming atmosphere,
even the smoke has substance;

outer planes and worlds
of deeper, darker, experience
are shown through the smoulder.

I pine for each new mould
that I may witness
each enchanting sight

Everywhere, all around,
depth and description is given
by unfolding flowing panoramas

Passion that fosters
my intimated appetite,
satiated zest

I inhale the quasi fumes in my face
blown to me by the winds
of yesterday
dropped onto
by the dreams of the past
that have been

favoured by the muse
embodying sensation
will you vent today
if favoured?

or are you living elsewhere
experience at the forefront?

Another candle
sat in the darkness
more than just to bring crimson light.