Flame

I want to say you are the burn-off

The black ash that glows when you smile

Warm and tender, broken

By last year, and the year before
I have lost again

And I get filled up by your fire

Though it be far-off and pointless

Just your burning, ambitious soul,

Though it be simple electricity

Though it just be the kindling

I grow near.  

Lamp

You come in the night

A warm, still lamp

Humid and smokey

Fiery orange like candles,

Rain in the darkness

Tiny footsteps on a tin roof

Thousands of reminders,

By dreams I have

Rediscovered your light

Quietly I hold it,

Though my arms do not

Embrace you.


-A.K.-