The Enkindler

- The Seasons Of Grief: Chapter II - Poem XI -

I was reflecting just the other day,

While sipping old coffee, on a morning of gray

It took me back to when your light shone so bright,

Pulled me from the shadows and into the light

You lifted me higher than the darkest sky,

Took off like an arrow, soaring so high

You left a mark on my soul, a spark, a rhyme,

And that was when I knew, I’d be yours for all time

And baby, it was good,

Never had anything similar,

In the beginning of May where I stood,

I met you, the Enkindler

Spinning like the flame in your eyes,

We found rhythm ‘neath the twilight skies

We blocked out the world with the sound of honest pure blue,

And for the first time, I had something to lose

And we’ll eventually calm like summer storms at night,

But our story’s dust will always hold the light

Sometimes I wonder if you think the same,

Did you author my poems in the songs you sang?

Cause baby, you are great,

Never on a limiter,

In the midst of January so late,

I still got you, the Enkindler

Tonight, I’ll dance with the fire we built,

For all that we’ve already been through, where time won’t wilt,

But I don’t want to do it alone,

If I’m not doing it with you

Tonight, I’ll shine like the moon you pulled close,

But I don’t want to shine,

If you’re not shining the most

It was amazing,

Never not a listener

On our one-year day, we’ll be stargazing,

I love you, the Enkindler