Dying Fire?

I've sat by times at a roaring fire

Heat with flame and light with cheer

Heart by chance and now by plan

Hand in hand and she by man

Songs and stories well inspire

Spirits high and nary a tear

Then soon enough the flame grows low

The song dies down

Thoughts like chaff

Dark winds laugh

Cold gusts blow

Sun has flown

Life needs mending

Moon delays

Tree by park

Dark by dark

Road keeps wending, ends at ending

Distraction plays, patience stays

Tiny fire can't light the sky

Quiet crackle, flick'ring flame

Mind grows still

Faltering will

No strength left to ratify, nor gratify, clouds stratify

Few wild thoughts to gently tame, keening shame, shrinking name

Dying fire has lost its face

Struggling Soul has done its time

Same old dance

Brave romance

Peaks of life have run their race, moved apace, left their trace, found their space

Wordless poet tries to mime, wants to climb, finds no rhyme, just pastime

Embers only now remain

Nothing left but glowing coals

Hope by please

And slow disease

Fire that was has grown so plain, barely sane, sleeper train, water main, much to lose and less to gain

Memories of opposing poles, lesser roles, treacherous moles, distant shoals, long-lost goals

Embers turn to ash on ground

Ash to ash and dust to bowl

Mind contrives

Heart still strives

Just before we go to ground, something rare and fine is found

We live as mortals, survive as Soul