Poems by the Fire

The Embers Still Burn

Though the fire has died,
Though the winds have grown cold,
In the dark of night
The embers still burn.

The warmth still reaches out
With its gentle caress.
In the still of the night
The embers still burn.

Whispers rise up, swirling
With heated secrets.
In the moonlit glow of night
The embers still burn.

Waiting for a hint of kindling -
For a moment to awaken
That fire in the night -
The embers still burn. 

Two Lonely Souls

Two lonely souls
whisper
the soft glowing moon
the only one to hear
the desires unspoken
unnoticed
by even their minds.

Two lonely souls
reaching
silently pleading
in the still of the night
the needs held captive
inhibited
by even their bodies.

Two lonely souls
loving
the gentle breeze carrying
the unexpressed hopes
the ache remains buried
undiscovered
by even their hearts.