Treasure Island

James Casey

(11June 1940 / Binghamton, New York)

By The Fire

By The Fire

I sit by the fire with my thoughts of desire
As the flames do flicker and prance
Of one so serene and a body so lean
And the night of our wondrous dance

' Two spirits ', she said as I tilted my head
Wondering where this might lead
So our journey doth start as I follow my heart
For doing this is always my creed

A connection have we (of this we agree)
And we'll strive each one to inspire
Of the one so serene and a body so lean
And me, with my thoughts by the fire

The fire is warm, warm as your arms
Arms that, still, give me great desire
You see you emit so many charms
Charms that really shine by the fire

Jim 1993

Submitted: Saturday, September 04, 2010
Edited: Thursday, April 19, 2012

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The walls that have surrounded me most of my life are gone now and I sincerely hope that I will never have to build them again

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