The Essence

The essence of our time
Burns fearlessly in secession,
Hereafter about our ways
Life trails; whips of smoke-
Faint whispers of love
All after old age fades away.
Life erodes from dark tides
Buried after all in ashes of-
Flourishing growth.

Flames Reaching

Flames reaching the unattainable
Under seclusion of light-
Midnight ensnaring the mind,
Drawn wondrous presences.