andrew bourhis

The Flame And Candle - Poem by andrew bourhis

Soon, it will be cold enough to build fires.
In a cold cave lays the Candle,
Surrounded by Solitude -
While Heat encroaches
Critter-crawling cold approaches.
At least it will be cold enough to build fires

I cannot hold on-
To life, if life cannot hold strong
I watch you spark fires
That drown prior
To the rebirth of a flame
In the bitter cold Air's burnt belly.
Soon, a Phoenix will rise from the snow.

Out of the crevasse
Shines the bright white light of the Phoenix
That turns others to stone -

But melts my stone.
The game has changed,
As you step upon my throne.
Burning blood flickers from my heart,
As you melt me into a passion pool.

I am not the cold stone.
I am the Candle -
And you, the Flame.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 27, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, August 27, 2012

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