Sad day today...

The lost child
she wanders
eyes of sorrow
the wreckage
continues to burn
and is reflected
in the hazel orbs.
looking, searching
for someone who loves her
as we search for someone
to love.
The fires spurn
the flames yearn
for sweet air
to prosper
as do the evils
of man
so with my blankeys
and a bucket of water
I crush the sins
as best I know how
because we must love ourselves
to love another.
The lost child,
innocent and headstrong
walks away from
the wreckage today
slightly charred
touched by that flame
and she walks away
with a smile
and the hand
of someone to love