Red Ovation

Blow with me, love,
upon these embers
now,
so faintly aglow,
yet glowing still.
Can they spark and live
again,
and rise in red ovation
to warm this fading room,
this shadowy heart?
Our fuel’s spent,
and only breath remains
now.
In misty expiration
we lean toward
the heated hearth,
stirring coal and ash
to one last hopeful flame.
Should it burn again,
miraculously,
let us arrange ourselves
in full view
of the apparition,
partaking of the anomalous [...]