I watch the embers die like distant stars
I've tried to douse the flames, again today
Gathered timber, dry wood, from their reservoire

Each breathless sigh, lost in the void of space.
Between my fingers, your eyes grow strange, displaced.
Have you always appeared so pale?
A kaleidoscope of shadowed ghosts, a dance of endless hands, veiled.

The stars' demise leads to vast darkness, so empty.
An echo of silence, unheard yet through your unwanted memories.
Only by you, within you, soundlessly.
Colors' memories processed, sleeping minds' misrendered stories.

I watch the embers die like distant stars
Each breathless sigh, lost in the void of space.
A kaleidoscope of shadowed ghosts

I watch the embers die.

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Miraman, in the year 924 AF.