Wildfire

A Poem by Christopher Angel

Flowing with the flame like a moth to fire

Getting burned more times that I've cared to count

The orange-red dancers in my gaze I so admired

I chased the light till the blaze was gone

Now I'm lying here waiting for a spark

My head is torn in two

When I saw your face like a light in the dark

I ran from the truth

The shadows dragged me in closer, than I've ever been

Maybe I don't want to escape this prison I'm in

But I'm groping for a door and a way for this to end

And your face again takes shape no matter where I stand

You lit the fire and I watched it burn

The warmth of your hands through the flame

From the dark, my heart, away it turned

I hunger for the blaze only in your gaze

Don't let me fall, save me now!

Take my hand and let's walk this path

While together, I'll kiss the flame one last time and hold it close

And say goodbye when the fire in my hand dies

And the wildfire in my heart grows

© 2013 Christopher Angel

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chandlerl

This is well written. The hurt you at one time felt, not wanting to let it happen again, but it came anyway like a wild fire that couldn't be stopped, you did really well with imagery and the play with words and also with envoking feelings which most people at some point in time felt.
nicely done.