The Flames that Feed My Soul

November 29, 2013

The intricate flames perform their traditional ceremony

As doves escape from above.

An unheard rhythm is being played

And intense heat is feeding upon my cold soul.

I long to be warmer and draw nearer to the dancing people.

I get closer and intense pain overcomes my body.

I back off and stay at a comfortable median 

Between a warm place and a desolate soul.