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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Two little sparks enlightening the dark (tidal waves tugging on the heart) One named Amelia, the other Aurora: Completing the scenery --- fauna and flora. But Borealis, she has no stake in the matter, for she is just a melancholy rainbow in comparison --- to the flames that ignite your very being ... all the while you take pleasure in the heat, being warmed by their joy and curiosity. Go ahead and draw lines in the sand (they will jump over them with glee) And simultaneously have you giggling at their tenacity. Two little sparks through the woods they embark (one look at their eyes --- and there goes my heart) Playing hide 'n' seek with the two of them they disappear (and re-appear) just like fireflies in June. Dotting the intrepid pathways like sparkles, like magic. (the fact they'll one day grow up ... it's rather tragic) Why can't they stay little forever and touch the ceiling by riding on my shoulders? Why not stay brittle so I can be protective --- instead like all things you must grow older. For now though Oh for now! It's nothing but a pipe-dream in the wakefulness of day. Youthful energy can't be contained much like quarantine flame. (and between you and me that's an accurate analogy) Between these two firebrands - who could dare understand what it means to be an uncle ... with the capriciousness of "one of the gang", and the loving care of a parent. And who could dare contemplate this here man's tragic fate: living next door to the both of them with no fire blanket. One's not even walking (the other barely talking) And while that may seem rather shocking nieces have that power to play with your emotions like staccato raindrops on that big ole blue they call the ocean. These flames aren't dying low (not even close) but only gaining momentum like a lightning strike in a forest: a thousand popping pine cones re-seeding into infinity. (And did I say divinity? That too) They be in competition for my love like the tug-a-war moon. It's the kind of game where everyone wins and it's never too soon ... ... for one more go round. Written March 9th, 2016 For the Twin Flames Contest Hosted by Nayda Ivette Negron Placed Second
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