Wednesday, 20 May 2015

THE ASHES SPEAK

all that is left of me is you:
do me credit.
achievements; dreams - grasped,
then lost: don't edit.

i was unkind: include that -
but marvellous too, don't forget.
i hid myself in words, so you couldn't find me;
all the same, we met.

cup my cold ashes in your hands,
then let them go.  as they billow past,
brush me off your coat onto the sand:
i was never meant to last.

all that is left of me is you:
so take me toward
somewhere i never really knew:
the best way forward.