Beginding
Beginding
We met in the slumber of the sun
Where the sounds are more than verbs and voices
But still, beyond a few, or two, shines one
The rest are merely incorrect choices
This feels like a shot in the dark
But great fires can start from sparks
I just May have met my match
Burning bright at night and noon
A little flame so hard to catch
I’ve been burnt several times trying to hold her
But I’d rather burn up than to grow any colder
Our words are a tinderbox
Our lips are the kindling
Our hearts are the fuelwood
Now the fire needs tending
Just when I realize I can’t love you more
I discover that I love you more than I realize
Sometimes, the embers May burn low
Feels like it’s all turned to ash
But you and I both know
It’s burning still
It only needs stirred and stoked to grow
And be rekindled in a flash
To take off the chill
So consider this the first step
I’ll swallow my pride, I’ll burn up my stash
If it’s not enough, then foraging I’ll go
Maybe I won’t succeed, but maybe I will
At least I’ll know I tried…
Once more, I am at your mercy
Once more, my hand is extending
Take it, or leave it, just please don’t deceive it
Tell me at length, or tell me tersely
But look me in the eyes so I can believe it
Here, I wait for the beginding
Copyright © Clay Young Jr. | Year Posted 2012
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