Memories of the Flame

Silence is the wall that stands before me, and memory the light that allows sight beyond. Past the disappointments of the here and now, to a time when I was wild and young. Created from desire and fueled by passion, is how the flames of love came to be. After having my fill of pleasures forbidden, there was no retreating for me. I was bathed in the eternal flames of love, and became addicted to its lasting burn. Closing my eyes to the consequences, and to all of those concerned. But as the earth shines and is heated by the great Sun placed above. So to my heart is warmed and illuminated by the eternal flames of love. Pondering on lost love is weakening, heartbreaking and can be so tragically sad. But in truth, love can never be lost, once love has truly been had. Memories are the wonderful leftovers, once everything is all said and done. And those are ours to keep forever, and can be taken from us by no one.