Quiescent, black pieces lay,
Beneath mounded ashes grey.
Awaiting breezes to play,
Once more they will allay.

Underlying emotions, the embers,
Heat of the flame, one remembers.
Coals left, outlast flaming timbers.
Never hardening hearts or tempers.

Cinders never completely expire.
Neither does love's burning desire.
Spirit of soul, need only conspire.
Accepting life, one must acquire.

Takes but a whisper to reignite,
Embers to flames, tall and bright.
Relieving sting of pain's hard bite,
Blushes, then return to the night.