I Write A Lot About Fire... Don't I?
It's like this...
I'm standing in front of a great bonfire;
I can see images dancing inside of, and on the other side of,
the flames.
I can't make sense of anything,
because every time I get too close
the heat drives me away.
Here I am, trying to get close to love,
but finding that I am only spending time wrapped up in the heat
of passion.
I have lost sight of so many other important things.
Now I can no longer see clearly the one that I love
because the flames and heat blur my vision.
When passion is pushed to its limit;
When time and space have been selfishly used for one thing only:
burning desire,
What will happen when there is no more fuel to burn?
Will the flames die out?
Will I see the truth on the other side of the scorched and blackened place
where love once blazed?
Will smoldering ash bring me a new vision of love?
It's like this...
I don't really know you at all, do I?
I only knew the heat of passion.
I couldn't see into the center; I couldn't see all of you.
Someday, when our wounds have healed, wounds which have seared our flesh,
our hearts, our souls;
We might be able to see the truth that drew us together;
Without passion's tempest burning out of control;
Without a blinding heat to keep us from seeing into each other's hearts.
Who knows?
But for now...
It's like this...
Lora Frikken ~ 9-9-07
(I just found this one... a blast from the past!)
It's like this...
I'm standing in front of a great bonfire;
I can see images dancing inside of, and on the other side of,
the flames.
I can't make sense of anything,
because every time I get too close
the heat drives me away.
Here I am, trying to get close to love,
but finding that I am only spending time wrapped up in the heat
of passion.
I have lost sight of so many other important things.
Now I can no longer see clearly the one that I love
because the flames and heat blur my vision.
When passion is pushed to its limit;
When time and space have been selfishly used for one thing only:
burning desire,
What will happen when there is no more fuel to burn?
Will the flames die out?
Will I see the truth on the other side of the scorched and blackened place
where love once blazed?
Will smoldering ash bring me a new vision of love?
It's like this...
I don't really know you at all, do I?
I only knew the heat of passion.
I couldn't see into the center; I couldn't see all of you.
Someday, when our wounds have healed, wounds which have seared our flesh,
our hearts, our souls;
We might be able to see the truth that drew us together;
Without passion's tempest burning out of control;
Without a blinding heat to keep us from seeing into each other's hearts.
Who knows?
But for now...
It's like this...
Lora Frikken ~ 9-9-07
(I just found this one... a blast from the past!)