a time when

There comes a time when
every woman must strike
a match
against the decaying ballast, the timber framed house
that was once a dream
a memory
a hope
but which has become
with time
a weighty burden
unyielding
static, pointless

There!
the fire licks
spreads, roars
engulfs every last shred
the blaze,
a captivating spiral smoke dream
fly ghost bird, fly
jubilant flames
the deep velvet of the new night
warm my hands,
sing me a lullaby as I wait!

Counterpanes of spreading hope
a space
now freed
in the vast sky of heart
for which
endless possibilities
can roam
take shape
and change
your world

yet again.