Playing with an idea


The embers of you
Memories still burning
Few but reaching far
Into the evening dark

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Sparks falling with snowflakes
On my lap


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Sparks falling on my lap
It's cold, they skip off
Leaving snowflakes


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Embers pip and fizz
I drip tears on them
Seeing snowflakes

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Charcoal blanketed by snow
Last winter's fire


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Snow blankets charcoal
Embers slowly disappear
Last winter's sex


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Last time I saw you
You shed tears like snowflakes
Melting slowly down the window
Today I see you playing
Out with the boys, wanted


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Growth like a fire stoked
Roaring in adolescence and young adulthood
Peaking in self-belief and prowess
To fall again and plateau in calm refrain
And then the fizzing and spitting
Flakes of white fall
Covering what once was wild abandon
Now becoming wild wet pips
That flop the final heat
Into the eyes of cross-legged youth
Drinking and thinking of what can be
A new flame to blaze
And if one were to see it all
Like I do now in my mind's eye
Pips of yellow would spark in your eyes
And descend with the white snowflakes
Somehow falling inside your ribcage
And you'd be like Adam
Somehow chosen to be the forming substance
Of something unique and real
And beyond the world of substace
A human existence spunked by the ethereal


18.02.14