Memory In Ash

Candles, all our lives may be;

Tiny fires for none to see.

With light snuffed out, would we be naught?

Flames memory, itself, forgot.

With no-one to remember,

Our blaze fades to an ember;

Remembrance’s surrender

Extinguishes our splendor.

Our vain candles were consumed

As a fierce inferno bloomed,

Leaving only char and smoke

While amnesia’s dusk awoke.

As each thought incinerates,

Nostalgia reinvigorates;

Yearning for a feeble past,

Hopeful, hopeless, burnt at last.

A still and senseless silence

Ousts the smoldering violence,

And the hush creates a cache

Caging memory in ash.