Fierce The Wind

[Guest guest]

Fierce the wind blows,

My house is on fire

And

These flames will not die,

Consume the contents

These images that make houses

Into homes,

Into dreams of those who live

Inside and love of those who

Perish within walls that

Crumble into foundations

When the earth quakes,

A shudder, a memory

As the air fans these sparks,

And nothing remains,

Not even incandescence,

For these too,

Perish

 

 

 

 

Peace,

Ana

 

 

 

 

Love,

Ana