What do I learn
from the burning
of a woman’s gaze
that turns my soul to ash?
Only that:
ash floats finely
on the winter breeze,
lifting its way to heaven…
While other souls,
content and warm,
deny the pain and gift
of spirit’s leaven.
from the burning
of a woman’s gaze
that turns my soul to ash?
Only that:
ash floats finely
on the winter breeze,
lifting its way to heaven…
While other souls,
content and warm,
deny the pain and gift
of spirit’s leaven.