Watching inner embers glow
a'pulse with shades of blue,
I wonder if a heart forlorn
has matched those deepest hues?
All intense night stars burn
as embered flames now fade,
Into they breathe a last goodbye
before their ash will lay...
Shall last beats sound soft and sweet
amidst as night doth fill,
Or call as echoes from the ash
whose flame resides there still.
6-10-06
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