Karmic slate

Karmic slate

Pandora opening square cubes

With a confused stare

Reptilian psychopathic glare

Would Karma account for the insane?

Passing judgment on the inane

Incompetent foresight

Begrudging pity

First day of winter

Last day of fall

Snow settles softly

Eerily quiet

An old man sits at the fire

Watching the flames dance

His mind wonders to Cyprus

And a long walk

A desperate dance with a devil

Knocking all the ghosts out

Liquid amber splashing

Turning the ground to a fire burn

The rain drives hard

Each droplet a mirror

Drowning the fire in darkness

And reflecting mirrors

Karma looks on passing judgment

Taking into account all those past mistakes

And all those many lives

All she can do is cry

The old man stands

Reaches down to grab another log

Gently puts it on the embers

Watches the sparks

Each of which look like a mini star

Before it burns out

A constellation of flames

Reflecting heaven