Your ghost on the horizon calls my name. <br />My arms reach out, yanking against the chains. <br />I cannot reach; again my will is drained... <br />I fall, I crush your memory to my core. <br /> <br />This carnal rage ignites a fire within. <br />The smoking embers sizzle through my skin <br />And fly off, ashes scattered on the wind, <br />Fly home to you, to be dust on your floor.<br /><br />Janine Ecks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/embers-16/
