Embers

Yes, these dying embers still glow from the fury of the fire.

Still hot, perhaps just enough to provide a spark one more time.

And I remember the flame.

Blazing for years despite the summer rains and Decembers snow.

It dies for a time I'll have to admit.

But it always continues to glow.

Red and burning. 

Smoldering without a hint of what might happen.

Yet It'll take time, precious time until it once again catches fire.

Burning lonely in a field of our impossible dreams.

I'll be here my friend. 

Waiting for you to join me.