a frosty evening-
the sky
infinitely deep,
a million stars
to be wished on

the fire hot,
pine tar snapping
too warm for anything-
but naked honesty,
bare truths

your face
gilded in the light,
body dappled by shadows
I remember

the taste
salt and hickory
last embers in the grate

I never loved you more

a candle
only lasts
a measured time
before guttering
into the dark

woodsmoke lingers-
scents of
our bridges burned

8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. billgncs
    Nov 16, 2012 @ 23:06:53

    very nice, really liked the two verses separated by “I never loved you more” –
    don’t you think that sometimes bridges must be burned?


  2. Soma
    Nov 17, 2012 @ 08:08:45



  3. dandeliongirl01
    Nov 17, 2012 @ 08:09:01

    I love this. šŸ™‚ you capture the moment beautifully. Hopefully the candle will last a while longer for you to enjoy.


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  5. suzywordmuser
    Nov 19, 2012 @ 02:28:24

    A really excellent poem, full with atmosphere!
    Suzy šŸ™‚


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