"Fire in the Air"
I stand by a river at twilight,
__a glow at the end of a match in my fingertips,
__sighing for dusk to blush with a fire-crack kiss.
We count from five and then,
__racing eyes trace streaks up to the heights.
The heavens shout with rallies of bursting noise and light!
~
A single spark appears,
__weaving slowly, green between the trees.
No blinding flash or peeling blast;
__the mere pulse of a bulb and whispering wings.
All that interests now are these live lights.
Emeralds that faintly fly through the smoke of a midsummer night.
~
All that has me now are reflections,
__sighing for dusk to blush with a fire-crack kiss.
We count from five and then,
__racing eyes trace streaks up to the heights.
The heavens shout with rallies of bursting noise and light!
~
A single spark appears,
__weaving slowly, green between the trees.
No blinding flash or peeling blast;
__the mere pulse of a bulb and whispering wings.
All that interests now are these live lights.
Emeralds that faintly fly through the smoke of a midsummer night.
~
All that has me now are reflections,
__fireflies in your eyes;
__our hands as they intertwine.
We stand by a river at twilight.
No flame, no sound,
__our hands as they intertwine.
We stand by a river at twilight.
No flame, no sound,
__just you.
NOTE: During the summer of 2005 I visited friends in Wisconsin. We spent a weekend at a cabin in the woods up north. It was a surreal time in life, a combination of love-sickness, first experiences, you know the stuff. The poem was first drafted on 19 August 2005, in Murrieta, California.
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© Michael Spotts:. 2010
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Titus 3:3-8
NOTE: During the summer of 2005 I visited friends in Wisconsin. We spent a weekend at a cabin in the woods up north. It was a surreal time in life, a combination of love-sickness, first experiences, you know the stuff. The poem was first drafted on 19 August 2005, in Murrieta, California.
Was this helpful to you? Please share. Thanks!
© Michael Spotts:. 2010
———————
You are permitted to reproduce and distribute this article in any format provided that you do not alter the wording in any way and that you do not charge any fee beyond the cost of reproduction. For printed copies, as well as web posting, please include the following statement:
By M. Benjamin Spotts:.
Copyright © The Open Life
www.theopenlife.com
Titus 3:3-8
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