The Fire Poem by Gary Vanderbur

Gazing into the fire, I see only your face reflecting off the flames.

The oranges and reds only remind me of your soft, golden hair.

The occational blue flame reminds me that I miss you.

I listen to the snapping of the logs as they burn and hear your voice softly calling to me,

... 'I love you, my dearest,
... I love you! '

Would that I could walk through that fire and meet you on its other side...
that we could embrace and kindle our own flames.

But... It won't be tonight.

For, you are far from where I sit and I only have the flames to keep me warm...

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(by Vandy
March 8,1996
(c) 1996
The Write Stuff Publishing House
... a division of VAN Enterprises)