The Embers Remember

- For J.L.B. -

The embers remember
the girl from the shore,
reborn from the fire
that burned at her door.

A spark, a light, a flash of pain
and all was dark.
Silent again.

The warmth that radiated from that epic fire
lives on in the embers that remember her touch.
The embers remember the life lived before -
they remember the girl who grew up by the shore.

She moved and spoke with a certain grace
that hid the hurt
and lined the face
with a hint of hope
lies could not erase.

When first she came to this since wasted land
she had faith in her heart,
and a hand in her hand.
Deals were made
and dreams were born -
but deals fell short
and the seems of dreams are easily torn -

and the flame burned on.

She has left this place, once green and bright,
and her last word still lingers
"Remember...."
whsip'ring through the silver night.
And though the flame has long since gone
Her smile remains, and will aways shine on -
for faith and hope and dreams galore
burst through the walls
when the fire burns down the door.


The embers remember
the girl from the shore -
They started the fire
that destroyed her front door.

She reminded us all
in time and in turn
that both love and life
are well worth the burn.