The Blackest Light

Into the grains of the gravel my foot reigned supreme.

A feet to an inch I travel here on the dead of night,

traversing with no light,

nor people in sight.

Only the structure and form of houses adorn.

Upon this September morn,

from 12 am to 5 am I swing my left to that right.

I kept my foot astride.

An ember of a flame I saw in twain,

as I entered the light of any train.

My path ended when the lights entered my sight,

when one natural cuteness was in view giving my a life a new.

On that time of four in the morning,

lifting what my heart cannot sing previously,

when she did talk to me,

I will not forget,

I can not forget.

She was my Phoenix rising.

My lovely , adorable ember

fuels me until this day

and will never fade away.

For you Ember, for you.