a spark, then a flame,
blue and dithering
kindled by scraps
of musings
scribbled by a roused hand -

mind, where did you go?
are you lost somewhere, encased
in a glass bottle, uncertain?
you have left me vacant,
easy, thoughtless.

abandoned as a smouldering
flake of ash, fluent on a breeze of
doubtful wonderment:
may i once more catch aflame?
i am hopeful:

that flittering fire grows
ever warmer, and in the flames
i scry those musings, fluttering.
ashes are borne to the air,
each pregnant with a flame

with the capacity of fire.