The flames dance,
wildly,
with a slight popping sound.
The wood snaps,
so easily...as if they're nothing.
It's haunting to watch the reflection
in your eyes.
It's like you're no longer there.
Just an empty shell.
Everything is burning.
Oh wonderful,
brilliant shades of red.
The crinkle of ash under our feet...
Everything is silent.
But the brilliance of our master piece
out-weighs that of sound.
Inside our heads is a symphony.
The music of the fire.
You stop me from going closer.
You hold my hand so i don't reach out to
touch the enticing flames.
I'm in awe.
It's so beautiful,
the thought of danger doesn't really cross
my mind.
And to think that only a mere spark
could cause such wonder.
But when you start to walk away,
I don't understand.
But you're right.
Our work here is done.
I take a step back,
and the flames begin to die away.
And I fell apart of
me wither.
Next time,
I tell myself.
There'll be a next time.
