Careless Matches          

                a trajectory unbound, hurtling earthward --
                flailing helplessly through cavernous emotions
                    in the brevity of a cold, colourless dawn . . .

            chance meetings of ethereal delight
                become glass cages of hope, fragile yet alive,
                  then evolve into an eroding silence,
               carving initials in a breathless air . . .

            a candle never quite lit by fumbling fingers,
              in a distance not meant to be breached --
                a matchstick tossed carelessly into a northern sea . . .