One day you will turn your face back to the sun;
what you yearned for in your darker days and could not find
will shrivel in the unforgiving light of day.
All that has burned so deeply and so painfully within you
will drift slowly down, then – light as breath, soft as a feather –
an echo of ash falling close behind you;
a ghost shadow imprinted
after your fire has burned.
The tight and simple form reads volumes. Just volumes! <3
Thank you so much!
“an echo of ash” …<> so ethereal. I love the delicate nature of this piece. So lovely and painful.
Oh thank you! You’ve caught exactly what I was trying to do here – to explore that light shadow of ash (which is delicate and ethereal in its very existence) which is all that remains of someone after they have burned too brightly.