Ficlets

Strange how a change in the vision of my mind
Sends my soul across a river, emotionally blind
Is it you that speaks to me in tones unshaded black?
Or was a distant spark of you the flame of an attack?
Fire is a passion leaking coldly from my frame
Pursuit of choice irrelevant when you are still the same
The dice again it rolls with loaded odds by your design
Will the number ever equal one that equals mine?
Fly away I’ll glide today and be there when you call
Tomorrow is another sky, another chance to fall.