Kindred Spirits

Wasteful truths about life unfold; 
to float in dreams of what to undo. 
Like a candle waiting to be put out- 
They bristle regret’s shadow into a kayo. 
Playing laments meant to scaffold- 
kindred spirits; caught up in a rue! 
Luck puffs its snout like a riot; 
to the glamour of bienvenue! 
Go on living but don’t wait to be told 
About filling blanks in destiny’s venue; 
Love is a gypsy pretending to be stout- 
Before potential and what’s due 
Nails pulled from their old bed- 
Are banquets from what’s left of you! 
When the far past makes a jest- 
Know it’s a test hounding you- 
Fan or blow to keep ashes away- 
from the fire; but watch for the flame!