Sunday, December 27, 2015

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.  

Monday, December 14, 2015

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.-