Fade

It's a faint smoke and fuel for the breaking.
What happens when it's empty, vacant burning?
I know you'd say it softly if I called it,
Not love's offer,  just a plead to high being.

I'd ask for a fool's return if I couldn't see
You're clinging to cooling fire -
 
We'll wait for rain to clear it away,
Bring this back to gravity, fly on furthur.
For now it shakes me down, the hallow beauty I see,
Slow fading light, our shades of gray.

I'd reprieve you if I could bury it around,
But it's keyed inside of all the words you said to me.