ashesonce again I find myselfholding ashes and remembering fleshfeeling tears and remembering laughterdrinking sorrow where once there was wine.staring out over an oceanthat has seen it alland gives no signof the eternity the vastnessthe tiny tapestry of my lifeslips another threadanother color lostthe end will not be blackit will be inconceivablenothingnessso I look up from the grey ashesto the colorsand continue to weave the end