Firefly

A light amidst a dusty room,
The firefly traces a glowing path;
Old parchment of an ancient tome
Holds secrets of a hidden past

A match sparks thrice a hungry flame,
A desire burns in deep blue eyes,
Death consumes the ink with shame,
Smoke hails to the charcoal sky

The potent fragrance of emotion
The pureness tainted by a lie;
I stowed within a box of ashes,
The wings of the tiny firefly

Reviews

[Angi]

I see a spark trying to find purchase on paper. The writer is trying to dig this memory or thought or emotion out of the darkness, but the pain is too great. That tiny spark is put to flame with the words that were able to spill. Back to darkness, again. I am probaby way off, but that is what I see. You have changed your name to Wynn. I quite like that! Angi~

[wynn]

Yes you are correct. That specific pain that I was trying to conjure in that moment was too great to bear... Thanks for the review Angi :) xo

[Angi]

You are most welcome. It is nice to see you!

[wynn]

You as well! :)

[Chris]

The journal survived the move(s). A rare occurrence for some. You've taken your created world and started to fill it with thoughts... Take your time and enjoy the days and night

Take care,
Chris

[wynn]

I love the analogies you propose of creating my own "world" and filling it with thoughts... I've never thought about it in that way before. I see writing a lot differently from that perspective.

[Chris]

I wondered if you would... again welcome to WC

[Brandon S. Whitten]

Indeed a splendid read and write. Love the imagery.

[wynn]

Thanks for the comments! :)

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write flowing perfectly ...Thank you for sharing...:)

[wynn]

Thanks for the reply! :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)