As she watches with soft gaze, she sees her past, present and future
In her mind flow thoughts from each, to each, of each, they call to her
Their voices, like the crackle of a flame, like the one she once knew deep within her
Once bright red like a raging inferno inside of her spirit, now smoky gray fills her air
Her flame burned hot...with a voice of thunder...a bright roar from her being
The sound from her fire, now a whisper of a flicker, when the silence took hold
She was constricted, her air removed, she had to escape before all was extinguished
Fleeing with three precious pieces of tinder in hand, saving them before they crumbled forever
They each call to her...past, present and future...she knows each voice like her own
The beautiful voice she longs to know once again
She held her tinder close to her, like the memory of the life she once knew
Through rain and wind, through sleet and snow, she covered each one on her journey
Down winding roads, valleys and mountains, she protected each one....all that she had
She found a place with the softest of ground, but found it cold in its reality
A familiar place, of her past, now present, and her not too distant future
She carefully laid each timber down, her loving hands smoothing the unfamiliar ground
She hears them calling out to her, she wants to light them more than herself
For she was ever-seeking, ever-hoping, but never finding one able to light her deepest flame
She turns to look inside of herself, where the smoky embers still glow
And sings a song of life and love, which lights her past, her present and future
She holds the fiery tinder close to her, becoming her own flame, and showing her purpose
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