Pyre of Ashes

Let the light in,
And let the fire start.
Burn the soul dipped in dew,
At the sandalwood pyre.
Let the windows crash away
For,
Certain blessings
Find home-
Crashing all the Windows.

Weary eyed, I sit back
Silent.
And relief springs fresh
As my ears hear the clatter.
And the soul dances naked
In the burning pyre.

Can you smell-
Ash?