A wildfire is burning,
Raw emotions churning.
Deep within the heart,
To tear its fabric apart.
This is not where I belong,
As if singing another’s song.
Love dressed as fiery passion,
Soon to pass as any fashion.
Tomorrow comes soon enough,
As passion flutters like fluff.
I breathe you in so beautiful,
I breathe you out so pitiful.
Your voice speaks many tongues,
Your wildfire singes my lungs.
The emptiness leaves me hollow,
Cooling shame I must swallow.
The frantic embrace subsides,
Loneliness and loss now resides.
When the raging fire finally dies,
Its dusty ash tells no certain lies.
SO, YOU'RE SAYING; IF ONE NEVER LIGHTS THE FIRE...THEN THERE'S NO FIRE TO PUT OUT. HMMMM, WISE...AND YET...TO EACH HIS OWN. THANKS FOR SHARING, MY FRIEND. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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Cheers,
Dan
Such a neat poem! I love how you write!
Sandie
Love ya!
Jane
Ron