We Made Fire
On a cliff
Above the lake.
The blood moon rose,
Red track
On black water
It was sacred—
Sparks floating
From the fire and sky
‘It’s wrong to smoke,’
You said,
Butting out your cigarette
But we still drank,
And watched the Moon
Inch higher.
Railway tracks
Behind us
Going nowhere
You’re on them now
In sparks
And in the night
A holy moment
In our lives…
That time we first made fire.
great word
.... but i don't say ‘It’s wrong to smoke,’
i say ‘It’s wrong to smoke and drink ,’
ha ha, big difference?
he he yeah @johnjgeddes
ha ha, that's a Johnny Cash Ring of Fire - I'd be careful, lol
lol....that's about right
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Fantastic writing.
Good work brother
I know where you speak of.....I've been to that place. It's probably not there anymore right?
Right -like most things past, sadly
Railway tracks
Behind us,
Going nowhere.
That is inspired me....
Thank you!
super! I tried a lot but i can not write poetry like you
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STOPbeautiful poem...