The soft noise that eats words, thoughts of three friends tonight

i would like you to know
that i still light fires
outside of locked or
and the scent of
burning paper
in the night air,
the heat, even,
against my face,
for a few moments —
a small tumbleweed
of flame
and paper —
is the same, each time.
this is to you, for recollections shared,
this is to you, a benediction,
this is to you, with light in your eyes.


Jenica 5/08/2012 9:37 PM  

This is beautiful. You have such a way with words; they always seem firm, and yet also ethereal. (If that makes sense.)

Holly 5/12/2012 2:25 PM  

Jenica - Certainly; you always make sense. I thank you.

leonie 5/13/2012 10:56 PM  

Evocative and exquisite.
Bookmarked so I can return to it and read it again and again.

Holly 5/14/2012 10:09 PM  

leonie - Oh! :) How I am grateful for your company here.

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