Volcanic Embers

A golden Pyrocastic flow

Upon a fable made of snow

Told by those who claim to know

Why volcanic embers glow

So as to see through clouds of ash

To give cyclonic grace a chance 

Through whirling winds of circumstance

To catch a breeze with which to dance

To kiss that who has never been

So as not to end what will begin

Às the music from a violin

Makes each note seem Shakespearian 

As the tide comes in,the water flows

And brings with it a blooming rose

And brings this poem to a close

Now those who thought they'd never know

Can now tell why the embers glow