Orange galaxies spiral readily from the flame,
Upward sailing to find their place in space,
Ever glowing without any shame in the darkness,
Burning fast then fade away,
Our lives the same from day to day,
Seeming long though quickly grey,
Then raining down like so much ash,
A brief today now in the past,
A lifetime of meaning to we and ours,
Now photographs and passing hours,
And gathered round this blaze of origin,
Are those who seek the warmth and light again,
Who themselves are fading from the youthful grins,
And nearing ever closer to spiteful completion,
Or perhaps a cheerful gaze into that void of Creation,
Orange galaxies spiral readily from the flame,
Upward sailing to find their place in space…