The words you have written burn in a fiery glow <br />How it feels to receive them, I shan't ever know. <br />The fire once lit in the hidden depths of my soul <br />leaves nothing but ashes and a dream beyond recall. <br /> <br />So as the dark shrouds of bested love recede <br />a yearning's end has been silently decreed. <br />My voice found no words that could have beseeched <br />as the last of the levies of love was breached. <br /> <br />When fire had withered and ash had sprawled <br />somewhere in a distance my name was called. <br />Geared up sword and an armor freshly moulded <br />in my mind with a new map of hope unfolded. <br /> <br />And in dark early morning hours of a cursed March <br />I peek through my helmet's slits at the world at large. <br />This knight at arms leaves behind that poisonous fume <br />and makes for that safe haven found somewhere in June.<br /><br />Frank Witte<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/march-in-fire-and-ash/
