Your beauty strikes the sky like a match
and lights up the day. I was shivering but
didn’t know how cold it was until you warmed me.
Surely somewhere there is a salvation but the
only hope I know is when your fire consumes me
and I am lifted from the ground like a burning bit of paper,
flipping over and over, scorched, consumed
and happy to flare in bliss.
From the sky, I realize I have never seen the earth before.
Cold ash is all that waits in that dead place.
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Fiery, passionate images. I absolutely love it!
Russell you've outdone yourself with this one!! "From the sky, I realize I have never seen the earth before". Love this line!!
Thanks Natalia! Most of the time we are quiet and maybe a little smoky but then, every one in a while, all St. Hellens breaks loose. Thanks for the passionate comment.
Pat Thanks! I am complemented indeed, my friend!
'From the sky I realise I have never seen the earth before', yes that would be love.
Thanks Sue! You're so poetically perceptive!
Powerfully transcribed.
Thanks Aurora! You've been on a bit of a hot love poem roll lately. I'm being PRETTY HAPPY about this comment.
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