embers

Your eyes.
My hand.
Our craft, our band.
A stream runs through us
a trickle, a rush, a welling, a crush.
Our careful hearts,
Danced.
Shadows in the firelight.
A doubt, misstep, left.
Embers cast no shadows,
only a lingering warmth.
My palms press to it
My eyes search
the flames that once were.
Once,
Upon a future.
No shadows.
All light.
It’s alright.