tempers roar <br />in this cold sea <br />of unseeing eyes <br />and whispering tongues. <br />dawn is short <br />- a flicker. <br />its orange hues <br />turning fiery too soon. <br />and as the fire roars <br />within, <br />and without, <br />look back <br />at the flicker <br />you have left behind. <br />I am still the flame <br />ready to burn <br />with you. <br />for you.<br /><br />Remya Sasindran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pyre/
