Poezja

a flame in the night, beacon.
warmth and hope, beckon,
to be with friends and banish the night,
pull a loved one close and tight,
breathe the mist of love and fire,
as purfume turns to sweet memory.

morning dawns,
pale aurora sweeps the scent from my mind,
burning wood turns to choking ash,
the fire in my heart is as grey as dust.

the sun grows higher,
casting light were there once was shadow,
memories become as clear as pure crystal,
do i look into the sun or to the ground?
where new life grows...

as the sun sinks into the tangerine candyfloss sky,
my thoughts are clear,
new life, new beginnings make the world,
my light is with you, now and forever.