Burning for better - Poem

Retreat from the damp words,
Uttered without a thought,
Randomly scattered,
For dinner at the table.

For the magic of sparks,
Sparkling in the night,
To linger maybe,
Even a moment longer,

To search for a while,
Forever if need be,
But burning the papers of fate,
An act that was needed to be done.

Bringing with us,
At the time of arrival,
Some things can't be but cast aside,
To the near end and over the edge.

Awake,
From this awful dream,
Wide awake,
Convenient to be found,
Just right out on a golden platter,
Waiting for it,
To change.

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