Burning Sparks

A poem that's a bit more recent but still a little old

Melting idirectly into sparks,
Into its shadow.
Reaching light,
Uniting with light.
A touching sense of farewell,
Vanishing the rayless world.
Bursting the metal bonds of conventional reflections.
Beheld the light as sum.
A victim of ample eyes,
Strung foward by radiant drops.
A frozen shape before a glow
Sinking beaneath broken bones.
Simply alive in ashes.
Ashes from what burned before dust.
Ashes from burning beautiful.