Burning Embers
Always we’d break up. We’d get back together,
passion-thirsting in hot summer’s weather.
We’d quench our desires from love’s brimming cup.
We’d get back together; always we’d break up.
Not long would it last, and around the fall,
you would disappear. Then would come the pall
smothering my joy, summer gone so fast.
And around the fall, not long would it last!
No matter where you went, I still harbored hope
that you would return. That was how I’d cope.
Through fall’s chill and bitter disappointment
I still harbored hope no matter where you went.
A fire still lingered there, deep inside my soul,
and over it, my heart had no control.
One thought of you, I’d feel it start to flare
deep inside my soul! A fire still lingered there.
A new year would come in gloomy autumn’s wake.
A vow to never take you back I’d make!
But after winter came the spring, you, and sun!
In autumn’s gloomy wake, a new year would come.
Oh, those burning embers - when you would return,
for my resolve would melt; by June, I’d burn!
How quickly I’d forget my sad Novembers
when you would return. Oh, those burning embers!
By Andrea Dietrich, another swap quatrain written 2/15/13
for the Burning Embers Contest of Gail Angel Doyle
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