Tuesday, October 23, 2007

when nothing is left

gone are the memories
one dearly cherished
swept by the wind
all turned into ashes

flashes of fire
dark embers of light
so devastating it
killed a life

hopes of the past
down to the ground
forever silenced now
without a chance

piles of dark ashes
all there is left
of all the memories
one's life possessed

will there be light
at dawn or dusk
will there be hope
to pump a heart

will there be a smile
laughter and love
as a replacement
to these, gutted by fire...