The embers glisten, spark, shine,
Wondering where the wind went
Ages ago.  She once held
The vibrant Kaze in her
Sparkling arms and limbs.  Honoo
Wonders where the kind Wind went,
When I’m not there for her.

I left my Flame in a past
Life.  Lingering on my lips,
The heat, the taste, I‘d rather
Not remember what we share,
Now that we have moved so far,
Long from the lingering limbs
Of the spark, of the Fire.

Flame yearns for me to return,
Back to her, back to blissful
Abstinence.  She wonders what
Keeps me so far away from
Her heat, her limbs, her fire…
Butterflies blasting back at
Hurricanes, I can’t recall.

All I remember is that
The whispering Wind wanted
To move on, haunted by the
Stunted will, the embers, I…
I shifted onward, driving,
Wanting to waltz with a kind white
Glow; all she had was ember.