I curl up on the hearth
all of my ashes together
in a weary pile, utterly spent
from generating my own flames
broken to pieces by
the very
heat I crave
Will you
set a new ember
in this heap of mine
Will you be
the fire
because
clearly I am not
And I
with a sigh
will nestle closer
to your divine warmth
glad simply to be a sigh
a wisp that shifts and floats
in response to your
heat waves
Yes, no need to wait
for dust to return to dust —
I will be ashes now
and gratefully so
breathing
settling
collapsing
down to my essence
Thank you, dear Rachel for your thoughts and prayers!
Blessings,
Bob
Blessings to you as well, Bob.