Ashes

All my world is built on ash

scrawled in charcoal, memories past

ashes of the loved ones lost

and ashes burning bridges cost

Years ago it wasn't there

all this ash that streaks my hair

over time, though, it's been earned

reminder of the passions burned

Through looking glass I try to see

all the flames that burned in me

and with that glass held under sun

ignite new fires, one by one

I remember all the names

of my old loves, my old flames

the conflagrations loving brought

become the ashes losing wrought

My whole life's been forged by fire

inspiration, dreams, desire

I draw pictures in the soot

that dusts the path I've undertook

Passion's heat, and flagrant dreams

devour everything it seems

ashes ashes all fall down

blur the edges, muffle sounds

Ashes dust the blackened trees

that mark the forest fires in me

burn my world down now and then 

to open heartscape once again

Still it comes with some surprise

when phoenix from the ashes rise

and fiery soul again set free

gives flight to creativity