Clear The Fire

I cannot believe that I have let my blog go so long without an update. So much has happened, I'm at a loss for a beginning. As you all well know, I have fallen in like with a woman from another realm. A realm we'll call, "Canada." I swear on all I believe she must be imaginary. The more we talk, the more enthralled I become. It's almost a trance, no... a mindless meandering, yes... wandering aimlessly until I found a rejuvenating well of life. It's odd really, the foresight that friends can have. Thank you Kini for the chance to reunite with an old friend. Ode to old friends! I was about to go to bed, it was 3:20am, I was sitting at my table having a leisurely smoke, when I sparked. It almost hurt. But out of that spark came the poem I post today. It is an ode to other realms.

Clear The Fire

I opened my eyes and there you were,
Now I gaze and see your face.
I opened my heart and you've shown the way,
Life is sweeter with a slower pace.

You speak of living in the moment,
What better moment than now?
Please close your eyes and escape with me,
To the dream I've found, somehow.

Majestic mountains with peaks of white,
Graze comfortably in the clouds.
I'll lift you up so we can look down,
And clear, for a moment, the crowds.

Just you and I above the noise,
And the mustn'ts and shouldn'ts of life.
If only for a moment, come with me,
And forget your worries and strife.

How perfectly you entered my life,
When I most needed a friend.
I am eternally grateful for you,
And the tears that you mend.

My wish for you, my dear, dear friend,
Is everlasting clout,
You are much stronger than anyone,
To that, there is not doubt.

I merely wish to have an escape,
That is there when you desire,
Just open your mind and come with me,
And for a moment, clear the fire.

Jizr - 3/2005

I think people, too often put all their problems on one large fire. That is okay for a short term bon-fire, but eventually, you run out of hot dogs and marshmellows. If you continue to pile everything onto one fire life becomes unmanagable, like the bon-fire. It is much easier to manage two or three small fires than one large one, right? Thus, deducing that one should also have separate bins to put one's worries and troubles into. Easy to say.
I think that's enough with the mushy stuff for this morning. G'nite ya'll!