The Fire

Fire, flame, heat, hotness

Passion builds, building, climax…

Burnout, embers and ashes

So integrated into societies masses

This warmth that raise’s and dashes

Hopes, dreams, dying upon the floor of an aftermath.

Oh but what a high, that sweet intoxication

A drug, an addiction

Crash to understand and realize

It’s painful affliction.

The more it’s fed, the hotter it burns

The fuel ever eating away, a life’s essence depleting

Nothing but an empty shell, head to wall beating.

Love we question

Love we wonder

Love?

Love indeed starts with a spark

Not from the fire, but instead from the heart.

Connections, communication, honesty and trust

Those are things that keep at bay, charcoal dust.

A spark, a feeling, an immersion of the soul

Offering embraces, a good road to roll.

Without…

Only the fire burns…

Scarring the spirit

And all dreams with it.

Hence this lesson, in a way

Of fates flames that may burn, devouring the day

When it’s only the fire that burns in ones well

The stories, unchecked

Turn out to be hell.

Reviews

[Shy Girl]

Fires of the heart are hard to keep lit. They reminds us that nothing should be taken for granted and we have to stoke the fire using simple kindle to restart love's roar. Flames can be doused by the tossed bucket of water, leaving a hollow smoke trail. Lessons of awareness help us not when in love.

I could've used that one a time or two..if I really think about it. Seems that the only way to not get hurt is to not be alive at all.. makes ya wonder.. :)