Coruscation's Solitude

Upon a gelid winter's eve
The flickering of torrid flame
Drawn forth betwixt a wooden cleft
Of embers' arbitrary spark

 Amongst the lonesome aggregate

A fire left unattended thus
With none to share its blazing warmth
Seems truly destitute and wan

 Claws desperately up its cage

In search of air not yet besmirched
When it has found its quarry fair
One wonders if it will not care

 Ensconced within tenebrous dark

Time claims the ashen residue
The clock that hangs upwards the hall
Announces that sunrise is nigh

 Absorbed until but smoke remains

With only oblivion to
Bear witness to the fleeting span
Of coruscation's solitude

 

A.Wang