“Fire, the flame and you.”
Fire, the flames and you
You are my river of joy.
My muse in the mist of confusion.
I have hurt myself often, set fire to my dreams and watched my hope fly away to the flames of disappointment. Today my cuts and bruises seem less painful because.
You are with me.
Accepted my battered body.
Stayed with me in the good and the bad days.
You are my beauty.
My endless sea of hope and new dreams.
I watched you dance with the gentle morning waves.
Your long hair free and wild in the early morning wind.
I looked at the rising sun and I told her.
She is my sun. She is the one who lights up my day.
She is my laughter that burned away my sadness and disappointment.
She is love. An unforgettable place and time for me to rest.