Glowing embers Yet here she is.

And there she was.

As beautiful as I remember her. Sparkling eyes,

A song on her lips…

Vivid auburn ringlets, outshining the afternoon sun;

Winging her way into my life once more.

And I am eighteen again. Tremulous youth beside his fiery maiden, On a bright summer day…

Before white-hot lightning strikes scorch our haven into oblivion.

Oh that her hot tears would heal the wounds searing my aching heart; Obscure the glint of gold upon her caged finger,

Extinguish these smoldering ruins of my burning, burning love.

And here I am,

Amidst these glowing embers.

V. Ramanayake