Tomorrow’s Fires

I should get used to knowing that some fires

Don't burn for tomorrow

Even if you try to feed the flames

They are passing away through the night

No more eager for your offerings

My eyes are lighting in the dark

But I'm not the prowling creature

My claws are touching gently

The carpet of forgetness (oblivion)

Like a blind man groping for the path

They lead me out of the vanity

I was carrying inside

There is too much space now

The remembrance is scattered by the wind

And another fire is ready to be lit