Ashes… Poem by Mark Heathcote

You've reduced my heart to ashes.
But still, I would ask you to blow.
Blow deeply into these remains.
See me glow, tremble into a living flame.
Know my fire, for you cannot die.
Its tempest has no inner peace or calm.

A hurricane that alternates between
Heaven and earth, longing, longing
To be in just one happy dwelling,
But like an ocean tide, there's no such place.
So -of course, if my fire were to burn,
Begin to vent throughout my core—its 

Because I love you with every pore.
I'm near extinguished, but that only-
Now has me yearning a million times more.
To feel our fanned flame fire restored.
You've reduced my heart to ashes.
But I've still got this love, this unused passion.