Brilliant and overdone
fumes that burn before
the young
eyes so bright
and so trusting
the very definition of
everything is so familiar
burn to ashes
brilliant cinders.

Guiding cinders

Burning under bridges
river water boils
stones begin to sing
the steam kills the wind
and we stand on cinders now
the ground has given out
but still we stand above
the burning bridge an ash haven
everything makes sense in time
the path burns before it dies
find the words and stay beside
the friendly embers that protect
and guide
you’ll find your way at night