Today's creativity...

The embers are slowly fading
Into the deep, cold sleep
Of darkeness-
The fire burnt itself out
A long time ago.
There once was a flame
That burned so intensely.
Now there is only
Hidden, dying embers.

Where did the storm come from
That put the fire out?
It blew in and out in an instant
Like a humming bird, so rapid.
Was there ever a chance
To take cover from the storm?
Or was this part of HIS plan?

This fire was never meant to be
It seems.
But if it really wasn't
Then why is there still
One, single, tiny ember
Still glowing?

Do not let this babe dissapear.
A new flame is to be started.
And only the remaining tiny ember
Can light it up once more.
Kira Sandoval, copyright 2006