Footprints in the Ember

The cinder path whispers secrets of yore,
each step upon the hot coals, a dance of fading echoes.

"A faraway sky, painted in shades of yearning," she murmured,
her voice a ghost reverberating between the ashes.

And there they were, footprints leading nowhere,
yet everywhere, they traced the outline of lost promises.

A love once vivid, now a mere outline in grey,
kissed by stars that never knew her name.

Will you follow, or stay beneath the shadow
of memories burnt like paper in the rain?