The Burning Flame
The fire in the hearth it burned
Earth and hearts the embers churned
The lady sat and watched each flame
Crackled sounds that spoke her name,
For in the passion of that fire
Held the flames of passed desire,
Of years of lust and dreams far gone
The warming touch the eyes that shone
In youthful gaze, had passed this life
In deep malaise.
Memories were her cherished place
His hands his touch his glowing face
Were within the burning fire seen
And in those meadows so serene
Where as a girl of youthful grace
She took his hand and kissed his face
Felt the warmth against her skin
Beneath a sun that did begin
To shine for her
And caused that love inside to stir
Like fire burning in her heart
She denied the thought that they could part
But now the fire burned each night,
And bathed her empty room with light
The warmth it came from dancing fire
Not the dreams of passed desire.
The lady smiled and rocked her chair
Her heart was warmed and passed despair
In sparking eyes the flame of youth
Concealed old age the withering truth
That fire dies, and lives live on
For the grace of time has always shone
So she watched the fire all night long
Until each ember had burned and gone
And faded into blackened dust
To be lost upon the Winter’s gust.