I see your face in the flames of the firelight.
And smiling with love on this sad heart of mine.
Words I have spoken that I would love to retract.
Just saying I'm sorry won't bring you back.
In the night of my sorrow I look for the smile
That has kept this fool going for mile after mile.
But I can't hear you voice or your laugh so sublime.
And I miss your soft hand held so tightly in mine.
I suppose that you hate me and the blame takes my soul.
Seems I'm ever to blame and believe me I know.
So the next time I see you may be in the night.
In another body and some other life.
But I can still see your face in the flames of the firelight
Just holding me close for a time.
Years that have past like the ashes remain
Like a black and white picture with a crimson stain.
As the flames crackle softly in the silence of the dark.
I keep your soft touches in the recesses of my heart.
For the tears that I cry cannot dampen this flame
And it seems to me the sea-birds sing softly your name.
On this very spot where you moaned in sweet desire
I can still see your face.
See your face in the fire.
11/28/09
Without your touch I am reduced.
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