Through the trees
bonfire bright
did you see the flames
Log upon log
tinder and my tender heart
waiting watching
The flames flame then
die wood
becomes embers
stirred by branched memories
Lights at tunnels end
leading to conclusions
that do not fruit
Sunrise slithers
among the smoke
choking the last glow
of you and me
leaving the residue
of tearless goodbyes.
“Some men try to make their mark. A man strives to leave a mark. Some men accept favors. A man returns the favor. Some men give orders. A man inspires. Some men fit the mold. A man tries to break the mold. The differences are many, but it all comes down to this: some men take the necessary steps. A man takes the extra step.”
When air is not breath
and water is not life
men turn into things
fair and foul
courageously perform
or hide
there is a magic
no sigil can spell
no incantation can provoke
no love can consummate.
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