I sit all alone in this room,
Watching.
My Love is taking shape before my eyes,
The shape of flame and smoke.
I have written you a love letter.
Nothing else is strong enough to hold my emotion.
What I feel has become so great,
Only fire is strong enough now.
Only fire can tell you my heart the right way.
I have written this for you.
My love is the pen, the flame is my ink.
My words breath and finally.... they live.
They rise in the smoke, carried away by the wind.
The wind, my faithful messenger.
Can you hear it, smell it, taste it?
It comes to you in the breeze, it's all for you.
The ash touches you as I wish to,
Soft and barely.
You close your eyes and embrace the warmth, I am with you.
I watch my words rise and grow around me,
Every flickering, rolling flame for you.
Eternal love.
I sit here and let the words consume me,
Every inch of they and me becoming one.
With my last breath I whisper the final line of my letter to the wind.
Hear me when I say
I love you.
Just as my love grows so have the embers become a roaring song.
It's all for you, my love, it's all for you.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
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Thought provoking work. Nice.
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