Within these flames of amber cast,
now ashes fallen to the silent floor
of love…past, emotions felt, pleaded…denied
On stark white parchment folded many times
along the wings of a butterfly,
rounded tips in vibrant paint,
softened as tear drops dampen the edges

Words scattered of truth and affection,
standard font…nothing fancy
Thoughts of a poet’s wanderings along a path,
winding indeed, but leading to his desire
or so he thought…when darkness called
and days became night shades,
cloaking his dreams in a hazy mist

Reaching for that elusive heart,
sent halfway across the country…hoping
the meaning would touch you…show you
what is left inside, pouring of regret,
still brimming with that longing
which brought life to this poet’s pen…this man,
who now slowly dies