Ashes Spred

To share, even that little bit of light, will always lift the burden.

I hold the flame of the night,

The moon is dim in its comparison

It dances in my hands, free and wild

And I feel warm

I watch it move and feel alive myself

I want to share it

 Its light shows me the way through the fog

And then you are here

Sitting alone in a cave, ashes of your fire burnt away

I lean close and place my hands close to your face

Only to see your haggard face turn bright

Hello there,

Your hand reaches forward to touch the flames

And I give it to you willingly,

Releasing it from my grasp

You gasp in pleasure as it writhes in your fingers

I smile as I walk away, happy

But you cry out

Wait.

I see that the fire is gone, and you alone in the darkness again

Terrified and sad

I too am stranded in this place,

There is nothing more to light the way

No more warmth to fill me, or you

I rush to your side

Scared and worried to never feel its warmth again

You wrap me in your words

And we huddle there together

Waiting, hoping,

And suddenly you turn to me and whisper in my ear

I’m glad you’re here with me.

I smile, a small hotness in my cheeks

Me too.

And we both jump further into the dark

As the wave is washed with warmth, and light

Author's Note

Found several old writings of mine, was wondering if I should keep going- keep showing my work here or writing in general. So tell me what you think, and I hope you enjoyed!

Reviews

[PurpleQuartz]

This is fantastic! Keep showing your work!

[Ripple of Aqua]

Thank you! And I'll have new stuff up when I finally get the time. Thank you for reading!

[MandaBear]

You should share more you are a great writer. I really liked this one Glad you shared this will me!

[Melissa Edmunds]

I hope you continue to share. You are a very good writer and I really enjoyed this one. Thank you for sharing

[bill]

As Johnny Cash said (or sang if you prefer): It burns burns burns, that ring of fire. I like it, Rip. Of course, share your work. Does a poem exist if no one reads it?

[kdpgrahi]

The opening line is so exciting, yes we always try to live by the night flames. It makes the haggard face look bright. Even when the fire is gone it is the huddle we enjoy the most. A very well penned poem. I like the flow.