Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Loneliness to the Melodies of Fire





The snare of wood splitting
runs courses through my ears
followed seldomly by the crash
of embers dissipating.
The rhythm feels good
and the funky pine riffs kick
and smell nostalgic
to the point I don't feel alone.
I'm not alone until
the tempo slows
and the glow softens
with a silence haunting the ending
and my loneliness
is refreshed by the vibrato
of the last ember dying
alone in the air with me.

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