Atop The Pyre

A Poem by Frankie

Losing an impossible love.

A light is in the distance.
I can see it, amidst the falling snow.
It looks like fire.
I can’t clearly see it, but in this instance
Admist the veil of white, I know
It is flame atop the pyre.
And now it shows admittance,
I can see it slowly grow
And yet I sense a liar.
I need to feel acquittance
From this fire in the snow
I must leave my old desire.

© 2008 Frankie

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Added on March 14, 2008

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Frankie

Euclid, OH

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My name is Frankie. I love music, movies, and writing. Cinematics are my favorite, and I am a firm believer that the written word is necessary to show emotion in all expressed arts. more..