Poetry from the soul.

Thursday, 20 April 2017

The Bonfire


Around this fire,
I have seen and I have heard
All the dreams and all the fears.
A thousand stories told and gone.
Friends from far and friends from near
They have all been with me here.

But how this fire has aged me now,
For now, I sit in smoke and flames
As the world, I loved, burns all around.

For the first of times, I cannot speak
As smoke burns and chokes my heavy lungs
Yet now the smoke comes not from fire
But all the things I've done instead
And stopped me being here by the fire...
With you.

I still remember days of old,
When still innocent and sweet,
The fire was a simple place
Around which we would live as Kings
The days in which I read your words before you'd even speak.

But now as I have aged, and we have too,
As me and you became them and they
Our loss of innocence left me lost for words
Till the pressures of life have starved my air
So the fire remains the only place where I can breathe
But even here the airs now too thick to speak...
For today.