There is a flame I cannot touch
It is dark
And I can’t keep away
Its effervescent statue
Is a beacon in my clambering mind
Sparks dance in the air
I am a lantern
In the night sky like the moon
Hidden in the horizon
Shots of silver blue stars
In a blanket of black mud
Emerge to light my existence
Reality beyond the hearts flare
Camouflage my beautiful thoughts
Upon scorched shards
Like a winged falcon
In the grey skies
It rocks the thought of isolation
The jelly jar full of iris
Remember me to nothing
Looking towards my ultimate exquisite pain
Babs Work In Progress 