Fires Of The Old

A little poem about how old Love stories end to be replaced by new Love songs.





Fires Of The Old  -  19 Jan 15

Sifting through the ashes
Of a fire long dead
Tired memories unwanted
Fed to the flames
To warm new memories
Just forming

In a different place
A spark glimmers
And flames glow
Growing not consuming
New memories shine
With their own light





Songs are there for the singing.