Destroying Dreams

The Fire Room

The pen scribbles across the page,

Not hurryingly,

For I must pick at the words I use cautiously,

I take time to write out my inner most thoughts onto the page,

But this launguage is limited,

And even with the words it possess,

It can not even fathom what I mean to describe,

The pen now rests on the table,

My legacy of thoughts now a legacy of literature,

I tried to do you justice,

I tried to show the world what I mean,

With every thought,

Every word,

Every touch that is you,

I wonder what you might have thought if you read it,

I move from my chair to the fire,

With my declaration of dream in hand,

The flames dance around the firewood,

As I stare at my words,

I marvel at what is written,

Surely madness must have claimed me to have revealed this,

But I know I am still sane,

My tale now joins the flames,

It has shrivelled and crackled,

Burning and destroying my simple story,

Yet some of the paper burns slower than the rest,

The fire is reading and devouring my words,

Reading and Devouring my tears and frustration and all the pain you caused me.

The door behind me opens and I turn,

To be met with the grace of your gaze,

As you stood their in your everlasting light,

You said,

"Come on now, you wouldn't want to miss the fireworks",

You lead me away from the room,

Yet I still cast a look over my shoulder,

And I see the final words of my letter to burn away,

And with it my longing secret.