A heart and a fire

“I sought the earth beneath my feet
So to find a path, some clue, to lead me,
But there are no trails, no marks,
Just a fire that crackles in the dark.

I seek the origin of such a fire,
Burning alone, unguarded –
Who lit it up, who feeds it,
For even in the cold, it lives.

I have been walking on a wire,
Too long it was, on land, I started,
But my heart seems elated with it,
For even in the cold, it beats.

And still, I see none of the signs
I spent a lifetime looking for –
All I see is a heart and a fire,
Somehow, wanting to get along…”

Ana

Fire

“Lines and trying times,
All made me realize
As I stay awake past midnight,
Nothing lives up to a fire that burns high.

Strange feeling on a burning heart
That desperately tries to stay alive,
When all is taken down by flames
That defeat those it can wildly tame.

I stay still trying to make this fire my own,
Luring it, so we could happily burn as one;
But there are boundaries we can’t forget:
Fire against fire will be the cause of my own death.

There are fights that aren’t mine,
Fires that burn for others to control,
And I can’t let uneasiness hold me back
For, if I give my all, I might not get my heart back.”

Ana

Around the fire

“Pain strangles me but I won’t cry,
Even though I miss you tonight,
Craving more than I can have,
Forgetting the needed explanation I never gave.

I set myself on fire
Burning all my deepest desires,
Hoping my annihilation would save you
From seeing how much I wanted to hold you.

My flesh’s gone, my heart’s done,
Lighter with only scorched bones
My skeleton sardonically danced,
Never again checking my phone.

Funny how when the night came,
The fire I kept alive so to dance
Warmed me enough to still remember my pen,
Growing in me the everlasting truth: I’ll write till the end.

So with the wolves I dance
Around the fire to find solace,
Having for company the stars
And the moon as my confident.”

Ana.

Heart’s Bonfire

“Flaming flames
Of fiery fire,
Lit to light up
Our desire.
Electrifying chain
Of electric wire,
Rushing the swift
Circuit of veins,
Feeding a hungry,
Inextinguishable
Heart’s bonfire.”

Ana.