Embers part II

Sifting through the ashes of burnt bridges.

I find only embers burning every night in my sleep.

That I tried so hard to extinguish before we grew too old to heal.

Embers

Embers ascend into aurora.

Hissing charcoal our last memory before dreams of shimmering green flame.

For a moment I wake.

Stars shine so cold and hard.

Remind me they are always there. It's our own light that blinds us to their existence.

In the morning perfect white ash.

Offers faint promises of resurrection that go unfulfilled.

Diver

The Orca's cry submerged in a divers memory.

To resurface into the unforgiving swell. There's never a painless time to remember.

Things lost deep. Hidden in the swaying kelp forests below.