Coruscating Vespers

Beside the riverbend lays a simple urn.
An urn with
no decals, no label,
no markings of a history lost.
Look inside and what you see won't shock you;
little gray ashes filled neatly to the brim.
These ashes are
vespers set aflame,
ignited by passion,
yet put aside to burn to nothing.

2/2/2008