Cinder Boy
An ember sparkled will softly grow,
and fed by fuel,will grow and grow.
I once was cinder,sparkled by you,
first timid...till the flames then grew.
And so our start was touch of dawn,
with amber hue,for I was drawn
to eyes so welcoming and warm
I never guessed you'd do me harm.
Like morning glory,love in June
the rapture of mid-afternoon,
romance of which the ancients wrote,
our passion had no antidote.
And with the dust,though scarlet tinged,
our love began to come unhinged,
for clouds arrived,which filled your eyes,
extinguishing bright twilight skies.
With cold of night came shadows' pall,
and I could not tear down your wall.
By midnight's hour,the fire was dead.
Mere ashes smoldered in it's stead.
You left,and should you reappear,
I've vowed to shun you,Now I fear
the very thing for which I yearn
one touch...and then again to burn.
By:Mohammad
Copyright © Mohammad A Jameel | Year Posted 2015
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