Burn

It’s a beautiful day to believe
…it will be.

Shadows play across
bridges of thought, through
keys and strings and other
musical things which attach
themselves to my heart.

You come to me amid
the harmony of their waves
(I wander)
lost in those quiet realms
of splendour.

Was it always this magical
or,
is it merely time’s
indifference.

I gaze at welcome rain upon
misted windows
better there than in my eyes

Yet,

still so glad I dared to burn
my fingers in your flame.

~*~

© Daydreamertoo     *All rights reserved

 

Shared with dVersePoets OpenLinkNight

Advertisements

Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada and design custom made candles

20 thoughts on “Burn”

  1. I’ve been reading ahead to get the point where I can leave a comment (being so far behind in reading SC’s) and what a treat!

    I enjoyed reading the range of your talents here…Transient and Flying Duck were wonderful! Actually everything was wonderful.

    And I really loved the powerful but simple direction you took with the ‘Study in Black’ prompt.

    I am always so impressed with your writing.

  2. So powerful… and your lines took me deep within…
    ‘I gaze at welcome rain upon
    misted windows
    better there than in my eyes’
    yes the rain drops running downwards on the window glass makes me think of rain too… and then you ended it all your great imagery….
    thanks for sharing…

    Shashi
    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/11/whispers-fire-faayar-faayaar-dedicated.html
    At Twitter @VerseEveryDay

  3. Bren,
    I feel that this has a nice spell binding rhythm to it…
    … came back a second time, and I felt “captured” again.

    This very captivating to read.
    Peace,
    Siggi in Downeast Maine

  4. Awesome in imagery and mood. Love the last couple of lines. Rain upon misted windows suggests it’s cold and gloomy, yet the narrator’s tone and thoughts are warm. Burning fingers in flame suggest initial reluctance, but the lines end with no regret but gladness of having went into it. Really enjoyed reading this.

  5. You know burning ones hand over a flame might kind of umm hurt. Not to mention you play with fire and then something supposedly happens in bed..haha…really liked the opening, such a great play on words and the pic.

  6. Your words dance like the flame… or like rain 😉
    I like this piece.
    Thanks Bren

Comments are closed.