A Waking Flame ~ For Ash

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A Waking Flame For my forever friend, Ash

A shaft of rippling light there lies And falling bright from fire-lit skies Pierces cold and weary eyes It lifts, like waking flame.
A rose like burnished gold there grows With petals white like fallen snows And softly, sweetest scent there blows From it, like waking flame.
A drop of liquid fire there forms And trembling bright through icy storms It lasts and does not freeze, but forms A tear, like waking flame.
A cup of molded ash there stands All polished white with twisting bands Of gold wrapped ‘round – and in it lands The drop, like waking flame.
A moment soft there passes here And as we watch the fallen tear A pang like hope and joy and fear Strikes us, like waking flame.
A glimmer grows from shadows deep As from the depths of dark dost leap A ringing call – it brings from sleep The world, like waking flame.
A leaf of waving fire is spread From deepest dark. Enamoréd Our hearts do leap, which once were dead To soar, like waking flame.
A waking whisper from the flame Erects itself and forms a frame Of fire and ash – we hear its name Called out from waking flame.
A robe of fire is wreathing round The figure. Now she steps to ground And with a voice like thunder-sound She says: “Ash is my name.”


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