Three flames flicker in the wind,
but three have lost their light.
The dusk so dimly blooms in haze,
while whithering to the night.
Forever in a glance, she looks,
for love is always new.
In misspent hearts, forgotten books,
and saccharin lines of dew.
This moment all there ever is,
she does not know we stare.
With lust and fear, forever now
and now forever there.
From ash they say that we were born,
to ash we will return.
Our breath and smoke may greet the moon,
our bones become the loam and loom,
eternity your every noon.

For ashes never yearn