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Next to the Fire

It is only I who sits next to the fire.

Feeling its warmth

Watching it smolder

As the night wind carries everything

It dispenses away

Into the darkness

Away from the caress

Of the toasty flicker

Stroking gently against my skin

The soft crackle of the burn

The whisper of the breeze

Tickling, twisting, fueling the flame

While I sit.

Enraptured in its beauty

Engulfed in its power

Enamored by its strength

Feeling how easily it can burn

How brightly it contrasts the night sky

Magnifying the depth of the darkness

The stars muted existence in its comparison

The moon merely a bulb in its distance

All I need to see directly in front of me

Encapturing my attention, my focus, my being

Burning, churning, sparking off

Into different directions before me

The potential of both birth and destruction

Of both regrowth and elimination

Like this flame can and has done before

I sense its danger,

Yet continue to feel its warmth

Blanketed by the comfort

From my heated palms to my impassioned soul

In the coolness of the night

The rustling of the wind

The darkness of the sky

That surrounds me

If I walk away I could freeze

If I step closer I could burn

I keep the perfect distance

The allurement of safety

The seduction of protection

Using the radiance as my candle

While the cool air as my guide

Do I dance within the flames

Do I cherish it from a far

Do I search in its burn

Or trust my own spark

Releasing its glow

To meet the flame

Into the depth of the night

Let the cool wind carry everything

It dispenses away

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2 comentários

22 de jan. de 2022

”Enraptured, engulfed, enamoured….allurement of safety, seduction of protection.” Evocative poem, for me. Love this genre for you!

Josie L James
Josie L James
26 de jan. de 2022
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Thank you Lisa! Xoxo ❤️

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