Fireflies of Time

Skeletons of yore,
Do hound me still...
Though long before,
They’ve risen in smoke...

Afraid of the flames,
Backwards I trip...
Though the faces in flames,
Draw me close...

I circle the pyre,
And hover around,
Singed by many memories.
And yet I struggle,
To flee the shrouds,
Of reawakened retold stories.

Inch by Inch,
Closer I edge.
Knowing my fate shall be burnt.
Stronger I grow amidst the lapping flames,
Certain that I will return.

To glower through the menacing fire,
(Built on a raging, sturdy pyre)
At flights of fears and fancy.

That once I was,
And so they shall be,
The past of a past that had been.

So flicker and flit to the tall flames,
Unsure, scared and blind.
Become me as I will you,
The fireflies of time.