Phantom Unseen

Breathes in fire ever so strangely
Exhales smoke with grace
As the smoke dances into the sky
The flame has died, but
never will it stop burning
never will it stop being a phantom
of hope...
Ribbons of smoke exhale
Disappearing, hiding, Never Dieing
never
Always that unseen, All-knowing
phantom
never to be embraced
Always to be sought after
we all Burn
we all Yurn
But all we see is the smoke