I am a flame. <br />My tongue licks and caresses, <br />My light burns heat and <br />Sends it to your cheeks. <br />Smokey silk lifts into the air. <br />My fingers to lips, leaving <br />Charred and dry. I have no sound, <br />Just the silent burning that sends you on edge. <br /> <br />My anger is fury, thundering <br />And crackling. This Hell will never freeze over. <br />The Devil claims me as his own. <br />My fury has colored countless pictures <br />Of the fiery afterlife. <br /> <br />After time, my anger calms and my <br />Violent burns are reduced to lapping waves <br />That comfort and sooth the air about you. <br /> <br />Flame, the Moving Force of Nature, <br />It will continue to push the begrudgingly <br />Bashful world along its path. <br />C’est la vie. Such is life. <br />Continuing and moving on, I say. <br /> <br />Soft licks and angry crackles, <br />Silky air and charred lips. <br />I am a flame.<br /><br />Daisy Lyne Thakerby<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flame-s-message/
