The Way a Fire Burns Alive

I miss you,
My sudden renaissance. 
Her hand outstretched, 
Her finger brushing against mine,
Enkindling a flame anew
Like it never burned before.

The earth was scorched,
But this land prospered,
The lowly brush deposed by fiery mob 
And the fields were singing, each flower humming
In the ashes of the past.
The light finally shone through again. 

The fire then died.
It came with an inferno
And left in embers,
But with death comes life comes passion
Comes fire. 

One day, I’d like to watch the flames burn a little longer with her.

-k.r.r.