Fire,
Always there
Even when unlit;
The dim embers,
Weakened by neglect
Yet haunting in potential—
The fear of the distant future,
Incessantly nibbling at Peace,
Yet in itself, non-existent
Aside from its dreamy landscape
Of threatening horrors—
The home of the heart,
Our first and only Love,
Doth remain with all
In invisible strength
And timeless energy,
The light of presence
Amidst the dark,
The cold.
MS22
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