Ablaze

When charm and wit and grace depart

Upon a great man's death

When beauty from a woman's life

Ceases with her breath

Shall we bleed freely from those wounds

Weeping without cease?

Or choose to honor them in kind

Now that they rest in peace?

Memorials made of stone and steel

Are static. They do not act

Or move; they cannot feel.

Just information packed

For remembrance. But our days

Move on, and so may those lost

Still inspire in small ways.

Do not in your grief remain;

Release useless regret

Select an action. Do not deign

To fear you shall forget.


No, always recall his ways

or the vivid life she led.

Those are embers; make them blaze!

Surpass the mundane red.


With flaming blue ferocity

Those dead you can restore

As passion, not mere memory.

The inferno at your core.