ASHES

Ashes fall like a delicate kiss of gray that fades away into the mist of old and new dreams                          _opalkoi

The cauldron on the hill burnt up the poems
now nothing but ashes                              _windsong_133

Ashes of fury and passion to melt into the souls of mortals
below and live again by pen and scroll.             _opalkoi

And the poet trys to piece again the unknown story that was never told of ashes burning in his heart and soul.         _windsong_133