Sleepless 1

Let the fire, rise, and rise ...

Sleepless 1

Draft 1

By: Chase L. Currie

 

 

I know why they would burn the dead,

                Late at night with the ashes crashing into the shape of a soul,

Not to free the spirit from the cage of bones,

                Not to save the ashes for the ol’ gods of nothing,

No, I see the why now,

                Grief is so much like a flame,

Burning in the pitch of night being the only star in sight,

                The light all-consuming in your gaze,

This is your fate unless you scatter the ashes to the winds of angel wings,

                To stand still in the sand,

Forever watching the flames grow higher,

                I know why they would burn the dead,

It was a warning

                Don’t let grief devour your life

                                As the fire does the bones.