A handful sugar in my pot

White sand of sweetness

Like diamond and marble bits

Innocence in its shine

Golden caramel in my pot

Melting hot spreading its scent,

Of the sweet sugar days

And fumes of white past

Fire burning my pot

Into black and dark

Spreading fumes 

Burnt sweetness 

Fire is out and sugar

No caramel and sweetness

Black fumes ash scent

No spark no shine

All ashes and dark now

Once white and sweet

Without a bright past

Never a dark day

Flames of life will burn

Even the sweetest

Ashes is the end

And the beginning

Funeral and fumes

Innocence and its smile

Ashes and carbon

Sugar and its caramel

           -Kris