Ember
The cloak I have worn
grows heavy, Dear One
Help me to lift this mantle
Open my soul to the night sky
and scatter my limbs
like rustling leaves
to the heavens
What need have I of appendages?
I crave the radiant ember of the core
Burning from the inside out
its flame becomes a funeral pyre
A conflagration of the non-essential
whose sparks rise into the heavens
and dissolve
so gently
in this ocean of sky