Dry brush waits for a spark
To be transformed
Flames bright and true that would burn all night through
To be reborn
Is all that it wants
But as days stretch, the thought starts to haunt
That no spark will fly
Were you left here for dust, rust, and wind
Not knowing just what kind of trouble you're in?
While something still stirs and yearns
You can still feel the burn
You've lost how days brought you here
To stand stranded again
Speaking in tongues
With no breath in your lungs
And calling out
But the names all get caught
Just as you once knew but now forgot what you've been looking for
Was it to or from someone
That all this time you've been on the run?
Or once again, has your memory been wrong
And you've been alone all