Old flames start fires
Clearing the air
I breathed in the smoke
Day after day
Take a deep breath
But I'm starting to choke
The ghosts of my past
Come back to haunt me
But they can do me no harm
In the light of your presence
They dissolve into ash
I'm safe in your arms
I feared like a moth
I'd be drawn once again
To what left me scarred
But you take my hand
Guide me away
And out of the dark
You are my daylight
A delicate golden glow
Pulling me out of an endless night
You are my sunshine
A radiant warmth
Melting away the crippling fright
I used to believe
Whoever lit up your life
Needed to blind you first
I used to believe
For love to warm you
You had to be burned
But with patient words
And an unwavering embrace
I was finally shown
Love is not a fire to be handled
It is a day to be cherished
And at last it is my own
YOU ARE READING
From the Mind of the Moon
PoesíaThis is merely a collection of poems I have written. I'll add to it every so often. I needed somewhere to put them and figured maybe someone would enjoy them.
