Wildfire

I just wish to know
the truth from fake
real from false and all the in between.
No half meant affection, no two sided love
Just a warm embrace
and a gentle face to tell me
How you love me, Oh Love uncaring
Don't stop to spare me. Let me know,
It's what I ask the genie, wise
and what my eyes can no longer see
In a language I cannot read
Bound in paranoia and deceit;
coincidence, terror, and love

Faith, for what was strong
is no longer holding together
these important pillars
and soon enough no mortar
can mend our broken wall.
But hope I cling to, even now
for maybe I am mad
and my thoughts mean no more
than a chirping blue bird on a warm
spring day.

Chirp chirp chirp

But I cannot shake these curtains loose
I hear

Woe Woe Woe

And suddenly, my marbles lost,
I stop to pick up all the spheres
and dream of years to come
when I thought we would sing
and dance and play and build;
laugh and love and carry on;
fight and groan and moan and
dream together;
be together
without a care in the world
and nothing but warm and
happy hearts to bring the dull
boring, lifeless shapes of this world
into a true, vibrant light.

But now a distance, wide and barren;
cold and dead, threatens me.
I grow to hate it, and the spark that set the fire.
the flint and the wood scraps piled high
on the forest floor.
I shall run as fast as I can.
Call the fireman.
Save the forest,
the love, and myself.