High Note

Where is Beauty here?
I sense her lurking
Waiting to spring
Ready for a surprising
In the dark
How can she come from ashes?
Those pale memories of fire
Signs of expired
Light

Life.

Ah, Death, here you come again
Swagger in your step
Come to take breath

That you can't possess...
I bet it drives you mad.
But you come too early.
Hope died, not me,
And hope has a way
Of finding resurrection.
So walk on home
Head hung low
You'll get your turn
Don't worry
But Now didn't call you.

NOW!
Caught up by the wind,
A swirling wonder,
Ashes in a spinning crescendo.
Beauty sprang her trap.
She laughs and laughs
See?!