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Flames

 

Tormented and hurt be mine essence

      taken from me this light of love has she

My inspiration gone

            what have I left?

      tenderly lit with love and caring

            so rudely smothered before me

 

Yet be it another story she speaks to me

      the candle still burns says she

The half moon you can see be but illusion

            ’tis whole

      light illuminates but half

We’re flowing too fast

            through this ocean of life

      like a falling star

            I want us not to flame and die

Keep this friendship

      and let us walk

            slowly down the path

 

Such a flame

      such a beauty

            I want never to smother

      our light eternal bonds and guides us

Heed my words of wisdom

      ’tis for thee they are spoken

 

Try shall I to see thy way

      to understand when thine lips are afar

 

To trust in what is not seen or felt

      to have faith that the candle burns on

            though I can see it not

 

’Tis hard to believe the fire burns on

      when I feeleth not its warmth

 

Trust must I in this woman of light

      this precious treasure of my life

            for she has brought me here

 

In my sorrow and sadness

      to the sea shall I turn

      my first love and guiding light

            my salty tears to thee shall fall

                  at one from whence they came

 

Yet in her waters

      I shall always see thine face

            hear thine lips speaking . . . .

                                         someday

 

Flames

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