A Thousand Flames



A Thousand Flames 

You were the sum of a thousand flames

I, a moth drawn to your endless light


A palate of cinders and ash


Yours was an unimaginable warmth


Mine was solace from the storm


Ours was a love purified by fading embers 


I could never tell where you began and I ended 


For my hands are tattooed still with scorch marks of your touch


And if I could live it again, certain in how it ends


A lifetime would be fair price, for another fleeting moment of us


Forgive my courage today, for the wind grows ever stronger


A new storm is approaching and the season turns

Too long have I huddled over this dying flame, it aches to be free


There is no wood left to burn 


But know that your warmth has never left me

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