For Einmyria and Eisa
by Marcelle
around and around we go
spark to spark we rise
twin voices on the air
twins crackling, snapping,
then falling back to earth
to glow like our mother
to fly upward on the wind
to reach the sky's height
we are the scent of all
that has gone down to ash
all that is lost and fled
as we have fled, laughing,
into the night.