She is my fire,
Feeding, burning, yearning.
She sways with each gentle breath,
Like kindred timbers.
She dances across my eyes;
A reflection refusing to fade.
The world douses her flame,
Trying to extinguish all we have built.
Her embers scattered into the wind,
Yet, I stand, the invisible breeze.
Within my arms, her embers are never ashen,
Cradling her eternal amber glow.
Adam Rice
Copyright ©2001 Adam Rice
very warm piece. i can see why it was published. -Dan
I really like this poem. my mind paints a picture with your words...
This is a really sweet poem. If a guy gave me a poem like that, I would melt right then and there. Keep up the good work, you have a real talent. Kasey Renee C/O 2003!
Adam, You have written a very beautiful, compelling poem! I enjoyed it very much. Helen
You have a way with words. I love it. ~*Jenna*~
Wow.. The imagery is incredible.. She's damn lucky :) Later, Monique
I liked the poem...great imagery...and wonderful title. Kris