Fire's Murmurings

I can only truly write at night . . . (here is to the snow storm- glasses up!)

 

 

~ Fire’s Murmurings ~

 

Murmurings flames danced,

Whispering in the deep of the eve,

Knowing that snow kept her a captive,

Offering their solace.

 

She could not talk to the hands,

Of their dying grace,

Which flared in hearts that,

Scoured and scattered throughout,

The gloom with true,

Warmth that immersed her,

Within its very soul,

Speaking in a million tongues,

Filtering its solace,

Down, over her bowed head,

So that her body shivered,

With instant, untouched heat-

That shielded her from the frigid,

Cold air about her neck-

 

She could finally love . . .

Until the flame danced,

In a dying around about the room,

And its life gave out forever

Down,

Down,

Into a wisp,

Of nothing-

 

And she bowed her head, and cried ~

Reviews

[Raymond Federle]

Very smooth. A very good write. This is my kind of style. :)

[Foxemerald]

Thank you so much for your review. I really do appreciate the confirmation :)