The Fire – Poetry
The Fire
That I was given fire inside I shall not burn the delicate wing as you are passing
And look away as heat wash over the cloud to keep you glowing here with me
My light shines the shadows of your path and brings your fallen heart to my embrace
I rock your silent form and whisper prayers to shield you from my own beliefs
Fragile you are with eyes like a fawn, glistening the innocence down your face
Sleep being salvation your eyes have closed
Solitude becomes the cold arm around my shoulder
Light my fire again
I’ll burn my insides out to break you from this shame
Scattered now our delusional dreams, just dusted bits of heartbreak
Cried temptation, I did nothing near your greedy hands
You grab without a thought then speak my evil deeds
Now flow like the untamed water and search for every weakness in the crevice of my soul
Our time has passed amongst the dreary cavern where my fire has slowly lessoned to a spark
I’ll crumble to the ground and build my grave among the ghosts where I have failed you
I die and die again and leave your beauty here to wake beneath the sun
My sacrifice will open with your eyes
You are the fire
Now burn the path for me and I’ll be gone
