Tears » poetry by Anne Sofie Zaar

XLI

Fire

Fire flames in front of my eyes
So beautiful, so alive

It takes me anywhere
Memories, fantasies
Its weird
But also perfect

And the fire warms me
While my vision becomes unfocused
And I find myself deep in my thoughts

I can oblivious fire
Its there
but I'm not

Warm summer evenings
with marshmallows and old friends
I sit there

Stars shine
The moon is at its highest
And I sit there
In the summer night
In front of the fire
Adores all small stars
And the beautiful, warm, living fire in front of me

I wish i'd be able to be as vivid as the fire
Just dance around in the night up to the stars

- (What comes to your mind when you hear the word "Fire" ?)