[Erothyme]

Goodbye, dry brush,
Crumbling at a touch,
Now brittle, once lush,
But just briefly such.
Now flaming to fly
And unite with the sky,
You're no different from I,
No, not very much.

You never will die,
You never were born,
We both keep alive
As you're keeping me warm.
You flow through my future,
Impacting my path,
And my past flows right into
Your ash aftermath.

Goodbye, dry brush.
Making habit of change,
You partake in the rush
Of returning to flame,
Combusting to rise
And to light up my eyes,
You confine your demise
To mere virtue of name.

With no resistance
And with no fear,
Released, swirling into
The vast atmosphere,
The grand stream unbroken,
Ever-shifting form,
Whispers with white smoke
While it's keeping me warm,

Its essence soft-spoken
Through fiery storm.