[EDIT 3.56] To brighten the flame

[QDeathstar]

I was inspired by Bena's post in the "new members" forum in the topic "How bright the flame".
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Damp sand drags on motionless feet as
the sun bows to greet an embracing horizon -
I'm lost in dim light searching for a second part,
Soon I hope to brighten the flame before it's dark.

Twilights without warmth or shelter -
void of glowing embers gilded in rapture,
remain a nightmare of all men still walking.
Vainly I hope to brighten the flame before it's dark.

The sun is such a perverted provocateur
warming us to the notion of waning lust.
It's suggestive rays slipping through dusk.
Still I hope to brighten the flame before it's dark.

My walk slows as the sun sets behind flowing waves,
the fading light steals my vision of night's intent,
I'm left to fumble with my steel trying to strike a flint,
Yet I hope to find a flame flickering in the dark.

Its not that flames surrender, Its that they never start.

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Finding myself walking along alone with the sand
envious of light's fade into the embracing horizon -
It's not that kindling surrenders; it merely lacks a start.
Yet I hope to brighten the flame before it's dark.

The sun is such a perverted provocateur
warming us to the notion of lustful wanting,
before hiding away while the lonely huddle at dusk.
Yet I hope to brighten the flame before it's dark.

Twilights without warmth or shelter -
void of glowing embers gilded in rapture,
remain a nightmare of all men still walking.
Yet I hope to brighten the flame before it's dark.

My walk slows as the sun sets behind flowing waves,
the fading light steals my vision of her intent,
I'm left to fumble with my steel trying to find her flint,
Yet I hope we brighten the flame before it's dark.


Edit 1

Walking together alone with the sand
our light gently lowering to meet the horizon.
It's not that flames surrender; only that they never start,
Yet I hope to brighten the flame before it's dark.

Twilights without warmth or shelter -
void of glowing embers gilded in rapture,
remain a nightmare of all men still walking;
Yet I hope to brighten the flame before it's dark.

The sun is such a perverted provocateur
warming us to the notion of lustful wanting,
before hiding away while the lonely huddle at dusk;
Yet I hope to brighten the flame before it's dark.

Our walk slows as the sun sets behind flowing waves,
the fading light steals my vision of your intent,
I'm left to fumble with my steel trying to find your flint;
Yet I hope we brighten the flame before it's dark.



I had also considered

"Yet I hope we brighten the flame even in the dark."

As the last line, but it just didnt sound right imo.

Original

Walking along together alone with the sand
our light gently lowering to meet the horizon.
It's not that flames surrender only that they never start,
yet I hope to brighten the flame before it's dark.

A twilight without warmth or shelter
lacking flickering fluttering light for protection
Is a haunting nightmare of all men still walking,
yet I hope to brighten the flame before it's dark.

The sun is such a perverted provocateur
Warming us to the notion of lustful wanting;
too often leaving frigid failure while falling at dusk,
Yet I hope to brighten the flame before it's dark.

Our walk slows as the sun sets behind the crash of waves.
The fading light steals my vision of your intent.
I'm left to fumble with my steel trying to find your flint,
yet I hope to brighten the flame before it's dark.