fire
remains.
untended
and
neglected.
and
failing.
my fire.
sated by inaction,
fear,
stagnancy,
and complacency.
a swamp of
disaffected
independence
-or
loneliness.
I seek
what once burned
through
yearning.
I miss
the joy and wonder
of rediscovered
youth.
when Freedom
was not
a dirty word
Or a shadowy
spectre-
Elusive
and haunting.
Haunted,
like my father.
It was
My motor
My compass
My lover
My sweet
yielding
masterful
compliant
Lover.
It was Mine.
I cleaved unto her,
stealing not brief moments
of ecstasy,
But embracing a life
plush with loving kindness.
Where are you Lover?
Must I needs blaze alone?
Wilt that bringst thee closer
To my flame?
I shall guide and protect thee,
Even as had thou once
shown me
my potential.
I love thee
And
wilt find thee
when I find me
again.
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