Ashes of Faith

Carving the hope, deep down my heart,
Anticipating the futile faith for a start,
I don the cape of lover's shroud,
Until the wounded soul, shrieks louder than the loud,

I watched the dancing feathers through the night,
Saw my spirit burn until the twilight,
What is left is the ashes of a believer,
Cinders that shall stay with you forever,

It is in these burnt embers,
That you would see the saint in sinner,
I shall teach the dust to fall in love,
For I must take you along, upon fervor's doves,
Today,
Tomorrow,
Someday,
In this life,
Or the afterlife...........

(c) S.S


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