The Fire That We Make

 

                                                                   

 The Fire That We Make

You walked in the door

And the room lit up like

A 4th of July grand finale

And a Christmas tree trimmed 

With ten thousand stars

My god! 

You were an answer to a prayer

And a dream come true

Strutting in like a man who knows

Who he is and what he wants to be

Our eyes made contact

And the chemistry sent flames

Through our veins

And arrows of love into our hungry hearts

It was music, it was magic

It was a tsunami of longing

That could only be sated one way

And it would not be denied

Not then, not now, not ever

It was a fire unquenchable

And a storm that would never be quieted

No matter how senselessly we tried

And here today, tonight

We still feel the flames

Reaching out like fingers

Responding to silent screams

My fire, your fire entwins

Liquifying like streams of lava

All yearnings consuming

In the fire that we make.

©️by Voo Shining Stone

5/15/26

Desperate Characters repost

 

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Desperate Characters

Desperate characters

we dance in the dark

trying to capture

that magic, that spark

Wining and dining

and yearning to feel

the way that we did once

when true love was real

Desperate characters

we probe with our eyes

and try to detect there

the truth and the lies

Hoping for something

that can't be replaced

by strangers and others

that time has erased

Desperate characters

we give it a whirl

out there on the floor

the ballroom of the world

Of loving and losing

and losing some more

two ships without anchors

that have crashed on the shore

Still looking for magic

and longing for home

cause a house is just shelter

when you live alone

Desperate characters

trying so to be brave

holding onto a moment

that the heart cannot save

Then the music, it stops now

and the bright lights come on

in the dark, I was hopeful

but I'm leaving alone.

©by Voo

Sept 13, 2005

1:23 a.m.

Fabian Perez

painter of these marvelous paintings............

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The Island That Was My Heart

 

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The Island That Was My Heart

He stood there on the island that was my heart

The place that no one visited or occupied

Surrounded by the dreams we'd shared,

The love we'd floated on like so many clouds,

The heaven we had found in the midst of hell.

I saw him, but just for a moment

His face shining in the mirror of moonlight

With a smile on the face that had always been smile-less

Until his eyes caught mine in the crowds of this life

And lit up like the summer sun after a rain.

He stood there on the island in the midst of the ocean

That had formed from the continual falling of tears

He looked momentarily lost, forlorn and bewildered

And my empty arms longed to hold him,

And never deem to let  go.

But I dared not reach those arms to that form

For I knew it was a shadow and not the man

Knew it would dissolve into vapor and mist

Like the love we'd shared as we'd danced in the rain,

Lain on the grass and trembled with awe.

How we had loved in those purple hued nights!

Those rose tinted days when the world lay at our feet

And birds sang the melodies pouring out of our hearts

Like they were their songs, their  wordless concertos

Gifted to us in the tasting of bliss.

How we had grieved when the gold of the day

Ebbed to the permanence of a blue black midnight

And all of the wonder of the world turned to woe

As the love passed like clouds in a violent wind

That came out of nowhere and left as it came.

Breathless, I stood alone in the circling crowd

Rushing and reaching but touching me not

They stared at me warily, recognizing heart break

Some with compassion, some with disdain

And all of the sunshine turned into rain.

Retreating, I ran and ran in the torrents,

Not knowing the reasons, I could not comprehend

Flame became ice sculptures carved by love's knife,

Melting with my tears until they formed the sea

And my heart became the island where no footprint had been.

And alone, I existed in a comfort-less fashion

Not daring to love, not caring to live

Life passed me by as I faded to shadow,

Picking up sea shells

In the shape of my soul.

I never saw him, I received no word

No message came for me, no letter was sent

Days turned to weeks,

Weeks passing to months

And the only voice that I heard was the voice of my want.

And then one night he appeared in the ethereal moonlight

Hallucination or vision, apparition or dream

I could not quite determine,

I could not quite surmise

But my love stood there smiling with love in his eyes

My island illumined by the love in his eyes............

©by Voo Shining Stone

12/10/2020

2:15 a.m.

for J