I witnessed the ignition of the past
And an astounding fire it had been
For the flames twirled and danced, and cast
The most fiery of their beings on the scene

I was drawn towards it for its  elegance
Even gracefulness seems to have faded into a memory
For the moment I reached out, the fire quenched
All that but seems cannot bear substantiality

I now found warmth by the ashes of that fire
And hope in the nostalgia of the ignited
Yet I longed for the flames, though it is a fool's desire
To walk in dreams and let your ways with that be coincided