Thursday, December 07, 2006

Cypress



On that last night,
as the temple of the stars burned,
as all those
photographs, notes to lost loved ones, secret wishes,
hopes to rise above failure, bitterweet memories,
tears , fears, and dreams,
turned to glowing ashes,
and rose up above to the night,

the last four great tree trunks of the structure,
held together by tracery of timber,
held out long against the fire,
until finally,
after what seemed like an eternity,
they slumped together
and fell down together
into great burst of sparks.

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