Plates of Blue



Pink hazy layers hiding under plates of blue

Bare branches against a clear sky - but no you

The roughened bark steels my skin and heart

And the clamoring in my mind produces a spark



Which pierces the stillness, as the tip of a match

Struck against a book cover just left unlatched

And the flame shoots across to all those remaining

Like arrows shot into my heart from passion abstaining 



The fire then flares vividly and engulfs all of the book

My singed fingers suddenly jerk as I gaze down to look

And then I drop the ball of fire as quickly as you did me

When the realization hit you, your heart was no longer free



Quickly I place a sheet of paper over the fiery burning ball

And smother its intense burn as my hands become the tool

To use on the fire whose embers glow vividly below my gaze

And the smouldering catches the paper as my mind's in a daze



For my heart is so completely immersed in your love, I'm a fool

And this colors my perception and judgment becomes so cruel

As the fire both within and without ... now blend together below

I try so hard to stamp them out, but they both rage on in a show



Of fiery force - of a heart immersed in depth of love so insistent

And the very real flames below me echo my heat in a persistent

Blaze of rage which screams out to be doused and smothered

Which you could do so well, if you'd come out from under covers

   

And help me stamp out the blazing fire which is about to consume

All of my abode and take me with it to another place which looms

Beyond those bare branches, into a sky no longer pink and blue

But to a very darker place - where there'll never be, anymore you



Christopher W. Thomas

8:20am Christmas Eve 97