Home: Poetry: Andrew Miller: Ashes

in the times of darkest despair
as i lay upon a broken cross
with a shroud of seething thorns
of things i'd had and lost
and a crown of bleeding roses
perched upon my weary head,
an angel appeared before me
and closed the wounds from which i bled...

love soon grew between us
as we shared what lay in our hearts
and it seemed that nothing could come between us,
nothing could tear us apart
but as with all life's pleasures
it seemed to come and go so fast
the experience of a lifetime,
but never meant to last...

but i thought back on a shared dream
within the depths of a single night
when we dreamed a dream the same
which felt so incredibly right
and back to a vision i'd had of the future
of a marriage in happy bliss,
two beautiful children
and you and i locked in an eternal kiss

but just as fate had thrown us
so unyieldingly together
and seemed to whisper in the winds
of souls sharing forever,
it so slowly tore us apart
with things our eyes couldn't see
and left us standing there:
our old friend fear and you and me...

so you turned away from me
and swept me off to the side
just some fading ashes
of a love now denied.
so now i put you to bed
and i blow out the light
and close this final chapter
and drift off into the night...

- Andrew Miller
(6-26-97)


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