Enveloped in the leather fireside chair
perfumed by burning pine logs
their hiss and rustle a haunting melody
I talk to you
in silence
words
lit by the glow of flames
swaying in the rhythm of thoughts
questions asked
the future ahead
and present
at each of your words
the flame of the candle
moves
forming shapes
creating shadows
explanations of expressions
answers given
but when I leave behind
the oak desk
and book lined walls
I am alone once more
the only question unanswered
is why only there
Feb 15, 2011
Feb 15, 2011 at 8:34 PM UTC
Enveloped in the leather fireside chair
perfumed by burning pine logs
their hiss and rustle a haunting melody
I talk to you
in silence
words
lit by the glow of flames
swaying in the rhythm of thoughts
questions asked
the future ahead
and present
at each of your words
the flame of the candle
moves
forming shapes
creating shadows
explanations of expressions
answers given
but when I leave behind
the oak desk
and book lined walls
I am alone once more
the only question unanswered
is why only there
© Jill Vance 2008