Does the fire know it's flame Does it know that as it burns That it sheds light and provides us heat Does its radiant flickers yearn
Does it desire to be freed Does it wonder when it smolders And could that fire sit next to me As it and I grew older
Can it feel the sensuality In the way its flames writhe 'round Twirling, rising, from its embers Scorching the hallowed ground
Dancing there upon the stage Melting hearts as they perspire Mesmerizing in its sultry ways As its flames burn ever higher
Dancing there so languidly Love heated in it's pyre Does it see what we can see Does it know of our desire
This rhyme was inspired by thoughts instilled in me this morning by the user @ChampagneOnIce after I read one of her posts while sipping coffee. And though she is a vibrant, sensual, beautiful woman, this rhyme should not be mistaken by anyone as containing overtures of love sent forth in her direction. We are friends and I enjoy our interactions very much. But the rhyme is just a rhyme. A set of creative words that could definitely be misconstrued or mistaken quite easily given my lessons of history here.
Her post made me think about the way a lot of people here can burn bright and shine like a Nova's Star and never see the way we see them at the time. The way some people walk around lamenting their supposed lack of worthiness of love, attention or good thoughts from others.
You are all fire, my friends, and I love to watch you burn ! ~The Snowdog
