An Explosion Of Elusive Love Poem by Freebyrd Mark Byrd

An explosion lights a place forgotten by the light
dim streaks filter in...
uncovering a treasure long sunk in shadows

The cold is dispatched as the air turns warm
a single flower blooms...
what a beautiful shade of red

I step softly drawn to its crimson glow
feeling of deja vu...
the floor seems to tremble and I seem to fall

Compelled to get up all I can do is stare
a sick chill creeps in...
the light gets brighter my eyes need to adjust

Boom! another explosion...
it all turns to dust