She was his wildfire..

The distant memories of love

Each night she would listen to the gentle sounds of the breeze

Its softness touching her face, cheeks, drying the tears so wet

Oh so slowly they traveled... For alone she was.. Heart tossed aside

The moon stared in, its rays shining on her pale form, her thoughts never to forget.

 

Oh so sweet his love... Like the soft kiss on a summers night

The passion on a moment of fierce love, unbidden they were

Taken along with such wonder, none she has ever known

She was his 'Wildfire' he always called her, untamed and for him, no cure.

 

'Oh speak to me, my love' She stared at the moon and silently wept

For what was once not long ago, passions lips soft as silken thread

Bodies slowly moving towards splendors release, upon moments of time

Each loved fiercely, taking and giving as lovers always do, on passions bed.

 

Yes she was his 'Wildfire'... A name he always used

Calling out in the wind, his voice soft and carefree

Through the breeze she heard him, her name, his gift

Now she stands outside and listens to the breeze.

 

 

But she finds nothing there..

 

 

She was his 'Wildfire' he always called her, untamed and for him, no cure.

 

 

And softly she cries...

 

 

For "Wildfire" she will be,  nevermore...

 

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[SpokenWord]

Painful are the happy memories for they comfort at first but then remind us of all that was lost. This poem had that feel to it like it was written ages ago by a women once in love. the images are great and the story is wonderful. Excellent write.

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Very emotional and sad.. as is the song..good choice of course.
Your words are so sorrowful this verse is very good.. I feel the pain and longing..


'Oh speak to me, my love' She stared at the moon and silently wept
For what was once not long ago, passions lips soft as silken thread
Bodies slowly moving towards splendors release, upon moments of time
Each loved fiercely, taking and giving as lovers always do, on passions bed.

Yes she was his 'Wildfire'... A name he always used
Calling out in the wind, his voice soft and carefree
Through the breeze she heard him, her name, his gift
Now she stands outside and listens to the breeze.


But she finds nothing there.."

Last line of this verse makes you feel!

Chloe

[Patches I'm not so new..]

Oh such a heart tug this poem has with such words this is a gret one Twinie I really feel this down deep tell me How do you do it time after time?

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

This was sad, but beautifully written! As i read tears almost sprang to my eyes at the sadness and pain she was feeling! Great Write!