There’s a fire that needs no flame,
A silent spark that calls your name,
A glance that lingers, hearts that race,
Two souls drawn closer into space.
The world grows quiet, time stands still,
As anticipation bends the will.
A whispered word, a trembling sigh,
A thousand feelings passing by.
It’s in the warmth of being near,
The kind of closeness that makes everything disappear.
No words are needed, none are planned,
Just the electricity of a gentle hand.
Passion isn't merely heat or desire,
It’s two hearts feeding the same fire.
It’s trust, connection, and letting go,
A language only two can know.
And then the heart gives way completely—
No walls remain, no distance between me.
For one breathtaking moment, nothing matters
But knowing you are here, and I am seen.
The noise of the world falls far away,
And every guarded feeling finds its place.
What began as a spark becomes something true—
A profound, trembling certainty of you.
And when the moment fades away,
Its echo lingers into day—
Not merely as a memory of the night,
But as a feeling that still carries light.
By Shawn Muñoz
(Tribute to the original poem "Tomorrow's Light)
Waking in the smother cold
Breathing ashes of discarded souls
The chills of old withered hopes
Binding those into Hell's traps
Screams of begs and pleas fill the crimson meadows
Craters filled with poisonous promises
Light of grey and carmine paved the ruins
Scent of rust and debris cover all untouched
Branded by the Reaping ignorance
Watching in the crimson thrones
Sparring no favors but sounds of laughter
These eyes heavy of dirt and rumble
Needing to rest upon bloodied heavy doors
A rarity of true light's warm fills the cold vessel
A breath of blooming life blazing an ember
Reaching a wrinkled, broken hand of hope
Within the abyss of harden abandonment
A soften tear runs down one's defeated features
Wishing for the retuning light to ablaze again
words always matter
wrong ones set the world ablaze
right ones give comfort
so chose your words carefully
otherwise, you may get burned
snow has gone and the earth's reborn, bringing new life~ ablaze with colour
Willie Howard Mays
set the baseball world ablaze
for many an NL MVP he did bid
and earned the sobriquet Say Hey Kid
Romancing the silver screen
Setting a million hearts ablaze
Through amorous dreams
Of actors lost in
Love, desire and longing
A make-believe that entertains
Takes us on flights of fantasy
With a clap of the clapperboard
A professional obligation begins
That ends with wrapping up the scene.
He climbed atop
an oak on fire
Its sap transformed
by flames concealed
Each branch he passed
a year he traded
For what’s unseen
— by heat congealed
(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)
i’m a gas leak
in your wood house
bound to go up in flames
becoming too weak
with you a circus mouse
layers of too many games
?
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born.
The odd uneven time—Sylvia Plath
End Of August
The end of August is oh so near
Yet, another day of golden sun scorches
Another day with ruby rays that sear
Wild brush burns like fiery torches
No not an exaggeration, a flambeau
Blistering heat blankets my tawny skin
Sweltering August, I bid you adieu
Foliage dry and brittle; sunken in
Squinting eyes, blinded bright
Awaiting shadows that stretch and deepen
Sun flowers once vivid, lost in a haze of light
Autumn creeps in imperceptibly subtle, sublimely
Ablaze are the arid western skies
The evening west's sun takes its time, rashly, untimely
Yellow aglow, settling sights of fires belies
Lingering sun setting its rouge rage lust
Harbinger of the season to come
Equinox heralds a sign,
in the end of August
Ember
Each heart has a spark
Making love fires ablaze
Burning, eagerly
Enduring this lusty craze
Romance steams, a loving haze
We're moving into a new frame of faith,
Into a future that's yet to unfold,
A new pace of faith we embrace,
Leaving behind what we cannot hold.
Seasons change, we can’t be the same,
On our path, a divine meeting awaits,
In God's presence, we find our aim,
And our hearts, He gently reforms.
He's the great I AM we can trust,
Our hope for the future untold,
With favour resting on us,
We're drawing many to His fold.
We are one-of-a-kind, uniquely designed,
A demonstration of faith's unique grace,
Let go of the past, leave biases behind,
And watch the fire inside of us ablaze.
The dark hour
of pre-dawn
solitude.
Air is thick
with solemn
quietude.
Soul ablaze
with vibes of
sacred chant.
Heart set ablaze, returning your gaze
Conveyance of want and desire
Beating in time with yours fit in rhyme
Blood coursing through, set afire
With passion unbridled, the chapter untitled
Pulse racing, breath taking thought
Yearning for you as I always do
Your touch and embrace have I sought
Set my mind ablaze.
Settling me down in this maze.
See everything now,
Even the very same things
Which people long to forget.
The way you cry so easily makes me angry in ways I do not understand.
Im in the right and you’re on the wrong
So how do your eyes get to be sea and mine still feel like sand?.
You sit in the dark crying with your head in your hands
And I stand in my own anger waiting and watching for something unplanned.
The people around you let your sea run free.
A mother who says im the villain apparently
Friends who care enough to sit with you and drown in your sorrow ocean
You see, I have that too
But
But I certainly do not have as many tears as you do.
But I have enough anger to supply every star including the sun
Enough anger for thousands but I am only one.
I could light a fire with my words
Set a song of red, orange, and yellow flame to your feelings with my sharp look of rage.
You do not have enough water stored in your eyes to put out my fury.
So the next time you dare to try and douce me in your guilt
Try to wash my anger in rivers of sadness
Know that my irritation is as big as the dry horizon.
That I can create castles with my sand infused eyes
Mistake the sea for gasoline
and set the oceans…
Ablaze.
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