I was just flicking ash <br />on burnt out phrases <br />scraping jaded thoughts <br />in hardened wax <br />digging out my dreams <br />from dusty corners <br />and trying to kindle fire <br />with weary coals <br /> <br />but then your eyes <br />saw light in words <br />that could not glisten, <br />and the subtleties of sounds <br />sung for your ears, <br />you felt the warmth <br />in sentiments that shivered <br />because you trusted <br />in the flame <br />of who I am<br /><br />Sheila Knowles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-embers/
