like smoldering ashes of a fire
swirling in the night
these thoughts of the past
burn in my mind
youthful memories
that stagnate in time
the temptation of one so cold
a vengeful storm waiting to collide
with the breaking of hearts and lives
the fire blazes faster
and consumes all it touches
until its last dying flame
a new light on the horizin
seems warm and tender
softly caressing all it touches
through time it slowly fades away to expose
the terrible lies that hide beneath
the truth revealed
these ugly creatures
mascarading as beautiful butterflies
are scattered in the wind
they fool the eyes
they fool the heart
and all they return is wasted time
Incisive, to say the least, and somewhat reminiscent of a message left for those foolish enough to follow in the writer’s footsteps.