Blowing Ashes

Ashes in my eyes,
a burnt world that sleeps tight.
It is divine,
to see fire consume the night.

Though a bonfire
not of people but of wood
burning brightly
to the moon

in a sea of calmness;
in a beach to wander
with bare feet
leaving footprints on the sand,
Sneaking behind boats
and winds that watch us
as the world sleeps tight,

Blowing ashes to my eyes.