Flames and Ashes

(original upload found here: http://truml.com/profile/poetry-detail/104218 )

Well hello there summer’s breeze, I’ve missed you; 
Oh there’s Mister Sun, so he’s your friend too; 
Missed the way you pair tantalise my senses; 
In your absence I’ve only seen Mister Grim; 
Possessor of dead souls, yeah that’s him; 
Last saw his friendly wave, and terror smile; 

Well Mister Sun, please dry my silvery tears; 
And ward away my deepest, darkest fears; 
As I spread ashes of my once closest friend; 
See Mister Breeze, taking him away slowly; 
Spin as freeform, and ever so lightly; 
Feeling I’ll bleed to death from the pain of this; 

I know you didn’t want to become powder; 
But I can’t scream “Sorry”, any louder; 
Deep within, I feel my heart just cracking; 
Soul dissolves, like your ashes in the sea; 
Alone, as far as the eye can see; 
Crashing of waves, impossible to hear; 

Burning scent, of the gusting ocean air; 
Watch you blow and float, all the way out there; 
Mister Sun, scurries back behind the clouds; 
And as Mister Breeze departs, so does all comfort; 
Now everything, has reach finish and sort; 
Left solitary, with my broken heart; 

Thinking of the duality, of life and more; 
From death grows life, and the other way for sure; 
I ponder, should I jump and join him now; 
So Bro, I just wanted you to know; 
In heart you’ll reside, each year I’ll show; 
How much I miss you, on your Burning Day;

Author's Note

not recently written was written at about the 26/02/2012

Reviews

[MoriartyMesa]

Some poems make a person think, some make them point out things, others, esp this one, go down like a Hot whiskey. Little bit of fire in the belly, but very smooth.

Wonderfully written, your prose is so well constructed. Simple and eloquent.
Thanks for sharing :)