One to keep the fire going

Kindle, in voluminous rupture, betrays itself and transforms into a fury of violent sparks, turning the quiet dim of twilight momentarily into a luminous heart of flame. Had this not been a dream, with the same brilliance as that of a newborn ember, my heart and body would have been my own. But, I, being of deluded thought from the culpable ink of sleep, felt the turmoil within as I bit down gently onto the warmth of her lips and tasted a strangers lipstick. If in dreams, we are susceptible to the machinations of lustful passion that ignite our souls, are we not kindle?

I dreamt of adultery. 

For you, My grandfather

How brave men march,

One click and turn,

And each ones brings them closer.

This caustic spark,

O’ light in dark,

Your warmth is generations.

Each born man burns,

From end to end,

By day a little dimmer.

How brave men live,

And free from fate,

To sculpt their incarnations.

Old tepid soul,

In sheet cloth bare,

You fight still lonely creature.

What blind eyes see,

When silent sleep,

Reveals the stars and ages.

How brave, how brave,

Your branches spread,

In this you’re ever after.

Fight still firm,

Relentless man,

Your life adorns new pages.