Only embers left now,
passing air draws heat and light
and then it drops and dies again
No need to bank the fire tonight
a hint of a smile lifts his face
memory carried on a distant gaze
Rhumey eyes light in fleeting joy,
Reflections of passing days
a collection of wrinkles and lines
Altered to something sublime
Umseen metamorphosis, complete
the momentary disipation of time
happiness that ebbs and flows
in a mind overburdened with days
Fragments of years of living.
Light again flares and then fades.
Jaded with the weight of confusion
A mind that now cheats and lies
One more breeze fans the embers
And then the fire finally dies.
© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com