So close to the fire
that fear of getting burnt
surrenders, changes
into fear of joy.
Confused ramblings
of a screaming mind
clarify demons into sulky sleep,
as we wander
into deeper knowledge.
I think he feels
what I though he did.
Am I the fool
to believe the impossible,
or merely the dreamer
set free with hope.
Touching the flame
leaves stains of joy,
spreading heat - awakening
the coldest heart.
And as for me?
I surrender
to the small vain hope
that within this pyre
I'll breathe again.
8/6/08
Viola Grey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/temptation-39/
