Vapour and Ash

The fire slowly ate into the wood
The barks vapourised to reveal
A juicy flesh within but to the fire
Everything was same; kept digging deep.

He stared long into the burning log,
Two states, he thought; vapour and ash
But it wasn't important, the fire went deep
Some objects don't need to melt.

The molten state is for everyone to see,
For everyone to inspect, examine, judge.
The melted, even though an advanced state
Still clings to the ground and is never free.

He thought of the inner flesh, now burning
A sadness engulfed him; It doesn't have long
To burn out. He wanted it hard to come out
Such a shame that it never saw light.

He tore apart his letter for the third time
Relentless in this burning,
He kept searching for the final tide
Once, even for once if his truth saw light!
Vapour or Ash, someday the wood must fly.