Cold Fire

COLD FIRE

The fire was dying, the warmth it once gave was growing dim

only smoldering embers glowing eerily in the darkness remained.

What was once thought to be the heat from a raging fire out of control

has turned out to be only its own reflection of the fire so freely given.

A fire only continues to burn brightly where fuel is continually supplied

otherwise it consumes itself, rapidly at first, then slowly till all is gone

Leaving nothing but destruction and cold ashes in its wake of its passing

The fire of passion, of love was given freely, basking in the return of its glow

But fueled alas, not by returned love but, only by itself, it had no chance,

You took loves fire, dancing in its flames, eyes laughing in the flickering light

But the fire never touched you and the heat you sent back was only my own

You walked through the fire like the person who walks on hot coals

Never consumed or even burnt, but rejoicing only in your control of the fire

Ever demanding to give more, to burn higher, hotter, consuming all

While you laughed, refining your grasp on the glowing coals of my soul

Now as the fuel is almost gone, the small flame flickers weakly in the wind

searching, crying out for the love it needs to keep its hope, its life alive.

And it knows now, it cannot, shall not, will not sustain another's control over it

For to do so any longer is to waste the heat, sacrificing a soul purely in vain

While there is one last coal left glowing, it shall remain there, untouched,

Refusing to be wasted, knowing the self must be saved lest all be lost

And when true love comes, fully returning all that it is given and more,

Then the fire will burn as never before, for its fuel of love will be everlasting

Its warmth reaching deep into the heart and soul, sustaining all needs

....Never give up hope.......never give up yourself.....You are worthy of love