Poem – “Your Way or the Pyre” – Modern Romanticism – 1/7/2022

Little leaves
In the streets, sideways
On the eyes dropping tears,
Burning fingers
Into the signatures, where winter wraps
Warmer than the sun on fire.

Seeing your flicker
Dance to the silence.
Something or someone,
A heart or a bone
Cuddled in your ashes, a funeral
For a dear memory.

Live again, into freedom
Where your wings grow back to Heaven.
Are you still an angel?

The tallest tower,
Leaving raindrops on the leaves,
The blood be let
From the brittle veins,
Traced to Autumn’s current
Departure into your reborn life.

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