Yearning

This is poem that I'm rather proud of - it's odd that I stick rigidly to a structure that I've decided on beforehand, but I was determined not to give up on it. So, 13,000 redrafts later, I'm finally happy that it says what I wanted it to, and rhymes and has the right number of syllables in each  line!


Yearning

From the dust to which we shall return,

A single glorious ember burns,

Animating sullen clay.

As like to like together yearns,

Impelled, the clay begins to churn,

Toward another husk it sways.

The longing’s strong, and yet to learn

Its solitude, so still it turns,

To usher outer dark away.

The sparks grow close, yet sep’rate stay,

Divided by encumbering clay,

Which flows with longing brotherhood.

They mold as closely as they may,

Aligning tighter day by day,

Shared passions as a second blood.

Rebellious fire burns away

In unison, they bow and pray

For ending of their solitude.