Caught within the fire of thine eyes,
Drowning in the sea of flames
Which washes through our souls
And, coursing through our veins,
Twines us together in the
Pulse of the Music
I am Burning, Burning...
I play for you, again
My faltering notes lost, unimportant
Inside the symphony which crashes
Around us
Like the Tide crashes upon the rocks.
I am Burning, Burning...
Can you hear it?
—A Sizzling, a Shivering;
A firebird's rising scream
Of ecstasy, of agony
As it wheels through the night
On wings of ash.
My heart is Singing, Singing...
Are you Angel, Devil, or Man?
Blood is red, fire is red
Joy and triumph are opening
Lilies
Of unadulterated gold
—But your eyes are black.
You raise them to the heavens
Which wheel and turn,
Powered by the rhythm
Of the Beating of your heart.
I am Burning, Burning...
The heat shimmers on my skin
Can you see it?
The music that I love
Will soon
Consume me.
I am Dying, Dying...
This Passion moves us together,
Yet holds us still apart
Like islands which will never touch.
I am fated to burn
And you to fly,
My captive firebird;
And this funeral pyre
I happily
Build and light
For myself.
It is perhaps a bitter Farewell—
Bitter, and joyous.
Soon my soul will rise
From embers which you
Pass on by,
Not understanding that
It was you
Who first stirred them into flames.
I am Burning, Burning...
And not even Salt Tears
Can quench the ravenous
Thirst of the Inferno now—
Not even Tears, though they are
Pouring Down
For I am Crying, Crying
And you shall never know.
Drowning in the sea of flames
Which washes through our souls
And, coursing through our veins,
Twines us together in the
Pulse of the Music
I am Burning, Burning...
I play for you, again
My faltering notes lost, unimportant
Inside the symphony which crashes
Around us
Like the Tide crashes upon the rocks.
I am Burning, Burning...
Can you hear it?
—A Sizzling, a Shivering;
A firebird's rising scream
Of ecstasy, of agony
As it wheels through the night
On wings of ash.
My heart is Singing, Singing...
Are you Angel, Devil, or Man?
Blood is red, fire is red
Joy and triumph are opening
Lilies
Of unadulterated gold
—But your eyes are black.
You raise them to the heavens
Which wheel and turn,
Powered by the rhythm
Of the Beating of your heart.
I am Burning, Burning...
The heat shimmers on my skin
Can you see it?
The music that I love
Will soon
Consume me.
I am Dying, Dying...
This Passion moves us together,
Yet holds us still apart
Like islands which will never touch.
I am fated to burn
And you to fly,
My captive firebird;
And this funeral pyre
I happily
Build and light
For myself.
It is perhaps a bitter Farewell—
Bitter, and joyous.
Soon my soul will rise
From embers which you
Pass on by,
Not understanding that
It was you
Who first stirred them into flames.
I am Burning, Burning...
And not even Salt Tears
Can quench the ravenous
Thirst of the Inferno now—
Not even Tears, though they are
Pouring Down
For I am Crying, Crying
And you shall never know.
Author notes
**For the Love contest: It's kind of a combination of Option 1 and Option 2. It's an unrequited AND secret love...**
Hee hee. This was the first love poem I ever wrote. Needless to say, he never saw it...
A contest entry
- Lovvvvve by fake-or-real-smile.
550 points, ended November 3, 2008, 50 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Have you ? by aurora13.
520 points, ended November 30, 2008, 17 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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such deep expressions.. such beautiful emotions.. and yet such control
Absolutely wonderful
Thanks for your entry, Good Luck ! 


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great write, thanks for entering and good luck,
Rebecca
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Powerful writing. I'm pleased I was directed to your site, as you have great talent. This is very good and I look forward to reading more of your work. Excellent!


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He should have....
you'd have had him wrapped around your finger.
Much like this poem has me wrapped around it's own.
Wonderful passion, very heated and all-consuming, with a bitter, white-hot thread dancing through it.
A masterpiece, and I'm beggining to think all of your work will be masterpieces as well.
Bravo!






