Among the smouldering embers
of a dying love
there always some warmth
if you want to look for it there.
A curtain is never shut
until the final length is pulled.
If you want a love to last
we must coax the embers
until the flame ignites again.
4 April 2009
David Harris
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/coax-the-embers/
