Rafael Yaw Kumi

(Ghana)

Dying Embers


It’s the end of a fiery passion
The birth of dying embers
Our hearts know this can mean only one thing
The goodbye of dear friends

It’s the new found silence we share
The birth of dying embers
We drift apart helplessly
The inevitability of the end

It’s the many secrets and lies
The birth of dying embers
Buried and forgotten are trust and truth
The destruction of life’s vital bond

It’s the days we never touched
The birth of dying embers
Gone forever are the intense pleasures of light fingers on rose and velvet skin
The goodness of friendship forever lost

It’s the distance and space between us
The birth of dying embers
Our souls grow weak without each other, yet destiny is happily gratified
The goodbye of dear friends

The embers die out forever
Who can make them glow again?

Submitted: Friday, January 08, 2010

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