Ashes of my burning life,
gracefully lifted by the wind,
floating through the air
each one separating...
falling everywhere
scattered over
the cool ground
becoming part of the earth
maybe this is it i think,
maybe a rebirth
A funnel of wind
comes to the ground
_lifts the ashes up
They join once more
climb to the mountain height
to my disappointment...
out of sight
I wonder often,
what happened to the ashes of my burning life???