Fire

It is well said that fire is better servant than master for it is a hungry being which given chance devours everything it desires. Well kept in its boundaries warms well its master’s home and hearth, but these are removed it forgets all reason. For it is a being that is all-consuming, it is well compared that fire is the sign of passion.
For passion can be as all-consuming as fire devouring what we desire. But what beauty is hidden in the dephts of frivolities, is is after all, the poetry of love.

Shades of Red

Anger died that day

In the red waters of yesterday

The sea of red coloured my tones

To call more red toned words

 

My blood dripped

On carmine pedestals

Near carmine kings

Who clad themselves

In royal red robes

Crimson

 

The flames of lust

Fell like vermilion on cardinals

The red hot sun of Tuscany

Roses and wine of Italy

Heart Afire

Thrumming
Humming
Down it reaches with its roots

Beating
Skipping
It longs for the water of beauty

Thrashing
Crashing
It is good and strong

Making
Breaking
Always running hot and cold

Sounding
Pounding
The basic rhythm of life

Do not let go
No need as dire
As when in your chest
Your heart is afire.

 

The Warrior Sun

Rapidly, clamorous, the sun

Standing beside the light dusk blue

Below the core of the light river

That silence evermore a mere rushing if waves.

 

Rapidly, clamorous, the sun sleeps

The day of clarity and clouds

They straighten themselves to their king

Blazing fire in his eyes

The warrior sun doth seeks

 

Rapidly, clamorous, the sun lies in darkness

Covering his blazing hair like a helmet

The golden rays of fiery light

As his armour they protect in fight

 

Rapidly, clamorous, the sun now wakes

The dusk is coming

The warrior sun stops to shake

Ever he chased his love so

Till the ends of the earth they will ever go

The Warrior Sun

Rapidly, clamorous, the sun
Standing beside the light dusk blue
Below the core of the light river
That silence evermore a mere rushing if waves.

Rapidly, clamorous, the sun sleeps
The day of clarity and clouds
They straighten themselves to their king
Blazing fire in his eyes
The warrior sun doth seeks

Rapidly, clamorous, the sun lies in darkness<
Covering his blazing hair like a helmet
The golden rays of fiery light
As his armour they protect in fight

Rapidly, clamorous, the sun now wakes
The dusk is coming
The warrior sun stops to shake
Ever he chased his love so
Till the ends of the earth they will ever go

Fire

It is well said that fire is better servant than master for it is a hungry being which given chance devours everything it desires. Well kept in its boundaries warms well its master’s home and hearth, but these are removed it forgets all reason. For it is a being that is all-consuming, it is well compared that fire is the sign of passion.

For passion can be as all-consuming as fire devouring what we desire. But what beauty is hidden in the dephts of frivolities, is is after all, the poetry of love.