Smoking embers become lit
as the tip of the faded paper
enters within, folded neatly in
the purple flame, as
the words talk volumes about their content in

the melting drops of candle wax oozes down the stem
as the edge of the paper glows and burns, my heart,it yearns

I yearn for love, for peace for all, to be strong, proud, to have a ball, to heed my souls' loving call

but as the paper has I'll intent
the words also have energy spent
through this flame do I remember your name and remotely put it in with the elements' shame

dearly beloved, from what has been started
your feelings of old now departed
a passion one-sided not shared between two
the tears not left over too few
for into the violet flame it goes
the words cast up to the ether to be healed so that nobody knows

up and away it flies, a bat out of hell
to which I say goodbye to the past and sit for a spell

if only to end this verse, well you know me well!

the past is the past and the future, only loving time will tell!

Nice poem .

Very nice...