I used to compare myself with a fire,
So sudden, so restless, so hard to predict -
A definite danger from miles to admire,
The gamut of colors one couldn't depict.
The flame is extinguished. The reason is clear -
I crave for love fuel and only one match.
I'm stronger than every invisible tear
That turns to a raindrop. I'll start from a scratch.
I'll be a good guide for my soulmates-strangers,
A guard for the lost and the ones of this kind,
For anything frail I'll reveal only danger...
However, a match is not easy to find.

Comments
Silver Spun Sand | August 27, 2011 - 18:03
This is beautiful, April.
Tina
BeKsta | August 30, 2011 - 04:02
yes its lovely!
hilary west | December 10, 2011 - 20:24
An engaging poem.