The warmth of fire light
During cold starless nights
Wraps me as once you did
When we first romanced the stars
Naming them for each other
And for futures bright with hope...
The gray overcast and cold
Brine in the wind upon a somber beach,
Before and after the storm begins
And the rain itself heavy on the sand
Reminds me, even then, when
It is a lonely day
How beautiful to be
Delivered here, knowing touch
To be made real
By love
By your existence,
having been
Having held a tiny moment
I see you
In the crest of the waves,
In the embers that spark to kiss the air
And the ashes of a once living
Branch of a tree
That I burned to stay alive
From the cold decrepitude
A melancholy like / on this rainy day
In the watery places of memory and emotions
I see how beauty blurs
Without you
I peer with one eye at paradise (spurned)
When everything is beautiful
Because of you,
I am sure
It is your love that makes it all
My
Shine.
My world.
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 12:35 PM UTC
The warmth of fire light
During cold starless nights
Wraps me as once you did
When we first romanced the stars
Naming them for each other
And for futures bright with hope...
The gray overcast and cold
Brine in the wind upon a somber beach,
Before and after the storm begins
And the rain itself heavy on the sand
Reminds me, even then, when
It is a lonely day
How beautiful to be
Delivered here, knowing touch
To be made real
By love
By your existence,
having been
Having held a tiny moment
I see you
In the crest of the waves,
In the embers that spark to kiss the air
And the ashes of a once living
Branch of a tree
That I burned to stay alive
From the cold decrepitude
A melancholy like / on this rainy day
In the watery places of memory and emotions
I see how beauty blurs
Without you
I peer with one eye at paradise (spurned)
When everything is beautiful
Because of you,
I am sure
It is your love that makes it all
My
Shine.
My world.
(Inspired by a poem by Lena)
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