Out of the Ashes

Out of the Ashes

This is not how beginnings are made,

Out of the ashes

Of what has recently fallen.

We ought to go out beyond

To find a new greener valley.

One where the memories

Do not haunt each waking step

And dreams are filled with places

And faces that we know too well,

But will never see again.

Time will wake us to new lands.

New lands will bring us new times,

Free from the stains of memory

Soaking into dusty dry ground,

And free from the weight

Of all we have lost

Bearing down on our shoulders,

Making each slow step

Far too heavy to take.