Solitary Ember I catch an occasional glimpse of your face it comes like sun beaming down through the canopy of the dim forest piercing my heart with beauty of you there's a moment of strange pain not the kind that tightens the fists but a certain ache that's just enough to let me know it still exists. And some things just don't own reason but yet I try to answer why another evening bids farewell dawn breaks, and still I cry. What's left to do when love leaves but to miss it and to remember to search for glimpses in the routines as if trying to see by a solitary ember. Sooner or later, I'd imagine love and tears run dry- another season passes by still I love, still I cry, waiting nigh for the solitary ember to die.