Fires fading into glowing red husks of twigs,
fractured, ignited, singed yet still glowing.
On an ashen bed the embers flicker
fighting for the fuel of oxygen
shedding sparks to the air
breathing in the night sky
to burn ever clearer,
this once great fire consumed itself
yet fights to it's flickering end
Giving what light
and warmth
that it can.
Giving all it can
to those who
ignited it.
Peter Davidson 16/02/09
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