Songs of Life
Flames of Passion
Such grandiose passions we had that burned in the night.
Time has hardly cooled the flames after all these years.
Were they all in my mind or did we truly share our hearts?
Memory is such a fickle companion that is always telling tales.
I long to return, to walk within that smoke filled mystery,
where your soft brown eyes were a match that ignited my tinder.
It was only there that I felt alive, full of both fear and joy.
Love was a candles flame dancing to the Gypsies guitars.
You were my one true companion always at my side.
Were you real or is my time plagued passion playing a cruel joke?
Still my heart is aflame and I burn with desire at the thought of you.
The memory of your breath upon my cheek fans the flames within my chest.
My mind is a roaring hearth where my thoughts consume me.
If I am to feel whole, you must restore my spirit,
for in your absence the ashes of desire grow weak.
Now that age has clouded my view, I wonder what wisdom I have gained,
for if in my youthful exuberance I fashioned an image of you that cannot endure.
I cannot fathom that you are unreal, I cannot survive such a cruelty so,
Within the shroud that descends each night I'll linger within the dream that is you.
By rcpollitz
© 2004 rcpollitz (All rights reserved)
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Flames of Passion
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