the fire slowly died

and the fire slowly died
leaving in its wake a residue of life less confined
and energy transformed into chemistry
that radiated love
chemically altering the state of hate that permeated the death of us
and new life emerged
with sirens crying
and blue birds flying
like a paradox caged outside of a box
so that a smile reconciled the absence of you
and a touch ignited a sparkle of hope
beyond dreams
and wishes
into a manifested beginning of now
changing simple hello's
into unlimited possiblities
and subdued glances
into complex examinations
the fire slowly died
so that the forest could be seen beyond the burning trees
and tomorrow
tomorrow could be welcomed by your release.