Fire and Ashes

Remember, man, that you are dust and to dust you shall return.

If we kick up the the dust

if we make a disturbance,

We raise a ruckus

We take a chance

Heaven forbid when the dust really settles

When the dust collects.

When it gathers in the wind

Blows kisses in conspiracy

This desire to create something new.

What is the dust of love?

Do the flames go out

Or does your heart still smoulder,

Is fire a memory?

If you are lucky…

Time is the collector

Of second chances

Luck gathers like dust

So with intent,

Decide on courage

Say what your heart knows

The beat is just there to remind us

We are living

Breathing

Not dust, but dreaming.

Build on other dreams

Memories breed memories

Remember the boy

Who is now a man

Remember the girl

Who is now a woman

Not dead, not dust

Very alive

Not smouldering

See the sparks

Feel the heat

Wait for the wind

To gather the courage to blow

This is the dust that will not settle.

This is the dust that still dreams.

Kiss the ashes.

Kiss the ashes.

Kiss the ashes.