Fireplace

I light this flame, during winters of my mind. I etch your fingertips into my own. This is naivety, or tight-lipped behavior, like sparks consuming coal. I long for you, like embers and chimney tops, or chimneys and skies. If I lit the clouds, with this flame, would it pour, enough to bring summer in my heart?

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Arch Ilagan

Date: 5/11/2009 6:22:00 AM

Appreciate the comment, l'nass.

L'Nass Shango

Date: 5/9/2009 5:14:00 PM

I am sure this will be read beyond my eyes ... and your answer shall be forthcoming ... be encouraged and let this creativity flow.

Arch Ilagan

Date: 5/9/2009 9:17:00 AM

Thank you, Mr. Anderson. I have read a couple of your work and I am very much impressed, (more like can-you-teach-me-amazement.) :)

Brian Anderson

Date: 5/9/2009 4:15:00 AM

you are a very deep poet. like your style and your way of connecting. real poetry!