"as for those who seek warmth, come, let's sit by the fire"
I had a dream, you weren't in it
I was running from myself, cause the ground had split
The wind was strong, very much that it took away my breath
It reminded me how much you loved, how you looked at me till your death
Please, let me dream a little more
Maybe in this chase, i'll find you, with that white dress you wore
Take me with you! yelled my soul
Forever yearning for you, how can fate be so foul
My friend, my love, here i mourne, here i stand
Forever yearning for peace, dear Clandestine,
Please, understand
@SyriusSystem
You describe loss with such vehemence, and the tone of your piece seems to drift from reminiscence to pleading in vain. The loose structure of the rhyming couplets gives it a disorganised and frenetic air, which I think gives it a more genuine feel.
I am sad for you for whatever influence was your muse for this poem, but glad you shared it.
@SyriusSystem Thank you so much for sharing this. I cried.
@SyriusSystem Also, the title reminded me of "I sit beside the fire and think" by Tolkien - the experiences that shaped us , the passage of time and the warmth of a "home".
