Date: 09.07.2008
Time: 9:00 p.m.
How often it is that I’ve said
That my life lacks any colour!
I’ve seen only the bluish tint
Of cold fingernails and hands
Yet, embraced by the warmth of
A candle that I turn to
They remain no longer deathly cold.
The flame before me flickers often
As does the pall of darkness
Wandering gracefully, the shadows
Find new homes upon my walls
Each new form expresses
Another soulful little dance
Spreading its movement across a stone slab.
Would my hands burn
If I were to touch what is white hot?
It would be foolish indeed
To incense the incandescent!
Reverential fingers can only hover
And hope one day, to capture
The energy that moves the universe.
An eye held close shudders shut
When it nears brightness too strong
For its limited chambers to fathom,
Only its power is felt upon cold skin
Which warms up to it instantly
Almost as though it is ensnared
By the heat of a beloved’s body.
End: 9:10 p.m.
3 comments:
Funny how sometimes playing with danger and fire turns into a fascination, and becomes more lovable than dangerous. Heh.
"To incense the incandescent!"
The LD alliteration at work again!
Me the loves!
^_^
Well written!
Kaz: And you noticed, and put it down in a comment! :] I admit it now, you're Captain Subtle's apprentice. :P
When danger is what you turn to to counter despair, and it gives you the rush you need, then it has to be fascinating, doesn't it?
Jadis: :P I can't live without alliterations! Tee hee hee. Thank you. :)
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