Wave of Flowers

As the embers float,
Spreading their charge,
Hoping to find their next meal,
Waiting to consume all they try to touch,
Yearning to ignite the next furry of heartache,
Wishing to unleash images that were never meant to be,
Craving the distrust that fuel the rage,
Passionately causing a glowing seed of doubt,
Feverishly blowing the sounds of unrest,
Releasing the hatred and anger pent up and tucked away,
Sliding into the chaos greasing the whispers of lies,
Suffocating the ties that bind,
Grasping the twisted sights caressing them,
Stroking them into fruitation.