The Fire of My Desire


a wistful thought, a fleeting desire
so much that it feels like fire
a closeness felt yet so far apart
so it lies in a shadowed heart.
the rain falls as it always does
wash traces of tears as it must
and still the shadow of grey remains
looking for that which can't be attained.
the gentle breeze flutters by
and you hear a butterfly sigh
the waves come crashing on the shore
washing away traces and more.
as twilight comes creeping along
and the last daylight sings its song
gently does the full moon arise
glistening like silvered man so wise.
and still the games go on
even as the day is done
and as the gypsy foretold
it all makes me grow cold.
always by the sea, you shall be
in the stones she cast did see
and those around you will prevent
from whatever places you went.
such is in your destiny
a very long fitful journey
and in my dreams as i sleep
the shadows again do creep.
away i must one day go
to follow one's fool, i know
never ever look back
always forward as i pack.
a wistful thought, a fleeting desire
so much that it feels like fire
a closeness felt yet so far apart
for always there it lies in a shadowed heart.
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