look into the fire
see my dreams, burning
admire its tranquil unwavering
inconsistencies
look into the fire
see my wooden labor slashing swiftly
through hard hours harvested efficiently
and years lined with broken hearts
watch the flames as they spit
spiraling hot minutes, dried salty tears
into the cool, moist grasp of the evening
current
stare into the flames
watch as they dance softly,
their glowing arms extending to the cap,
still longing to reach out and impress
- a true conversation piece
of selfless, loving passion.
(c) TheLegendaryDreamer
Written September 2012
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