Ashes!

Like yesterday too!

By the misty pane, over the candle flick,
The moon, shy, glides into the clouds thick,
Red  eyes bore down on the parchment wet,
Dried  and  cringed  from tears and  sweat.

Toppled,  the  pot  of  ink  on  the  table  lay
Have had silently bowed to the winds’ say,
The quilt scribbling away words unspoken
Wishing to mend the strings broken.

Pages after pages the quilt bleeds,
As unto  sweet  longings  it recedes
Carving delicate reminiscence faint
Of chained reveries, a tad restraint.

The wobbling flame, signals the end
But, more! More has to be penned.
Signed reluctantly, sealed with a kiss
With the pledge of a tomorrow, bliss!

And like epistles written every night,
Held  tonight’s  too  to  the  flare  bright
Crumbling, vanished into the smoke, lorn,
Dreams wrecked like a baby stillborn.

To collect, unto the urn, ashes, dry,
Bottling nights and memories wry
For one day, will set the urn free
On its way to you, across the sea.

Have you ever had lots to tell,
Writhing to break loose the spell?
Have you kept the nights awake,
Of hearts, desire and longings ache?

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