08-09-2014, 11:21 AM
Thank you for your comments, billy. I have posted an edit.
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 even in the dark.
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 even in the dark.