Whispering to Embers

Whispering to embers

 

I’ve stood in the open

and dared lightning to strike,

screamed down thunder

to remember a fight.

 

I’ve whispered to embers

to turn to fire and burn,

stared through past windows

and wanted to yearn.

 

I’ve cried at your stories

and laughed at my own,

built temples to decadence

while I’d none to call home.

 

I’ve swallowed my youth

from a bottle of time,

I wanted the story

but drowned in the rhyme.