Category: Creative Writing, PoemTag: , ,

Feed the belly

Feed the belly, feed it well

Power love’s engine and ring the bell. Onward.

Or no stories will ever tell

Of flaming surprises

Scorching midnight’s horizons

That warmed love’s hope by which many fell


If dim, take a candle and light it there

Cup it closely and give all to share

For without flame there is no fire

And without gain or scant desire

Take a candle

How can we move forward, toward

Horizons point where time becomes one?


We burning embers that whisper the night

And scatter the sky with gentle light

Don’t let us die without lover’s sight

That once we followed, the willing blind

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