Ashes…

You've reduced my heart to ashes. But still, I would ask you to blow. Blow deeply into these remains. See me glow, tremble into a living flame. Know my fire, for you cannot die. Its tempest has no inner peace or calm. A hurricane that alternates between Heaven and earth, longing, longing To be in just one happy dwelling, But like an ocean tide, there's no such place. So -of course, if my fire were to burn, Begin to vent throughout my core—its Because I love you with every pore. I'm near extinguished, but that only- Now has me yearning a million times more. To feel our fanned flame fire restored. You've reduced my heart to ashes. But I've still got this love, this unused passion.