Smoke and sunset

Holding the ashes,
Of what once was,
Woodsmoke,
Memory of winter fire,
Leading me home,
With burning face,
Numb hands in mittens,
To warm soup,
Fresh bread from the oven,
Butter melting,
Hot molasses milk,
To drink slowly,
Siting by the fire…
And now..
Sifted in the wind,
Blows the burned remains,
Of childhood memory,
Invoked once again,
By the danceing flame.

Message

I’m sending a message,

Its written in stone,

Telling you..
Not to..
give up..
hope,

That your not alone….

I’m sending a message,

Its written on air,

A blessing..
Caressing..
The beautiful…
Scars,

Apon skin laid bare,

I’m sending a message,

Its written in fire,

Wanting you..
Fall into..
Tangled…
Embrace,

Thirst for your desire,

I’m sending a message,

Its written in rain,

Quiet bliss..
Loveing kiss..
Resting…
Entwined,

In hearts peaceful refrain.

Best wishes  -SirHanz