Kindle for the Flame
No epitaph was sung that day
And though the sun did shine
The wind so chill…its frozen breath
Burned sorrow in my mind…
Dingy walls. Grime-caked windows.
Cold?
I’ll say. The coldest weather recorded in two decades. Brrrrrrrrrr…I bundled up the best I could, braced myself against the icy onslaught and headed out the door.
Not much stirred as I made my way carefully down the street which now seemed much like a snowy concrete tundra bent to perdition’s will, instead of the narrow asphalt alleyway that led to home.
Although I tried to focus on the outcome of each feeble tread, my mind wandered. Among the falling flakes and driving wind, mists of remembrance swirled. A wonderland of thoughts took shape to lure me within. Far, far away from those troubled storms that held me in their sway…
Lightning struck!
The white-hot razor’s edge shot through my mind with such intensity, I could not cry out.
Darkness.
The fog, thick, black and clinging.
The pain…oh…the pain…
Some barely audible sound escaped frozen lips as oblivion slowly blanketed that still, small figure lying lost in the snow…
A plea of thee, oh bitter wind
Sooth thy raging plight
A’ rest I stay beside the fire
Upon this chilling night
Lay down your breeze
Of wandering ease
And settle to the plain
As darkness comes, yet for the while
Bestill thy frigid reign
A plea of thee
And bear the know
A whisper to the air
Kindle for the flame is low
And I have none to spare
Banks are drifting ever close
Flakes are tumbling down
No shoes have I
In winter’s wrath
To trace upon the snow
A plea of thee, oh bitter wind
A whisper to the air
Kindle for the flame is low
And I have none to spare
No downy coat that I may claim
In tattered shawl, my body draped
A’ rest I shiver by the fire
Its ebb a dying flame
And yet, a warmth does blanket me
As sleep has called my name
Glowing embers fade to black
My soul…your chill…
Has claimed.
The dark fog swirled and lightened to a misty grey. Icy lashes fluttered and though the smile did not reach her lips, it was there in her eyes for all to see…
No epitaph was sung that day
And though the sun did shine
The wind so chill…its frozen breath
Had warmed her one last time.
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