Ashes to ashes (edit)
I roll ash between finger and thumb,
My mind races but is mysteriously numb.
I look around, at the ashes of this city
My heart, my love, my life.
All gone, All gone,
Perhaps a flashing Phoenix might arise
And gleaming capture my deadened eyes.
Chase the dark with light, and
Relive me from this endless night.
A day later I return,
To look again as even the ashes burn,
Dry and dusty winds pass by,
and If one man were to come along
These bones might rise up in song
but as for the flesh, departed long ago,
It finds no remembrance in the grips of sorrow.