Memories

There is nothing I like better than to sit by an open fire. Sighing in pleasure and contentment, as I feel the waves of heat wash over me. Of course it can be uncomfortably hot ,so reluctantly I move away. But on bitterly cold Winter's nights I cannot think of anywhere I'd rather be. Staring into the glowing coals I am mesmerized as we all are, by the dancing flames. Seeing flickering images , in memory and fancy, things that have been, Cannot be or will never be... I close my eyes and drift away, remembering, my head nodding as sleep takes me. The wood splits , cracks loudly and I start awake, the room , dark , quiet and serene. I am back to your memory again. your voice how it wooes me, I cannot explain, the feelings of passion I hold for you. I look into the flames , my eyes aglow, my tears forgotten I see them once more. They are here , before me , trickling down, keeping me company along with your memory, you are gone. As I am lost in my dream state again, I wake to the chill of the room I am in. The fire is dead, no faces appearing. As tears flow freely, coursing down my face as I remember our love, thrown out , what a waste. Copyright 1999 ACB 13 , December 1999