Distant Fire

I wanted to be warmed by her fire she came so close then turned her face away. The distant forest of her brown beauty became a lightness of being I wrote her love poems showing her the origins of my inner fire she turned away leaving me with only the ashes of her trees and trembling leaves. I promised her not castles or prophesy of the future to love now is what I needed tomorrow may be too late I said, "love me now" "now love me." Her fire is now so distant and the forest she showed me I love her in absentee dreaming her while awake she said she loved me I who thought I was her master... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~