TOO FAR FROM THE FIRE

GUEST POET

KENNETH COMPTON

 

TOO FAR FROM THE FIRE

Huddled against the cold,

I light a cigar.

Without her hand to hold,

I wish upon a star.

The light remind me,

How good a love can be.

It dance in her eyes,

Warmed her thighs.

Entwined by the fireplace,

Filled with, filled with,

Filled with desire.

My body was with her,

But my mind wandered,

Too far from the fire.

Peaking out, sneaking out,

Soft foot steps in the snow.

While I'm out, round about,

Tears turn my home fire, to smoke.

Now the smoke is just,

A cold mist.

Only shadows to hold and kiss,

You were right.

I was a cheat and a liar,

I lost the light.

I drifted,

Too far from,

Too far from,

Too far from the fire.

Can't start a fire,

When there's nothing to burn.

Can't use a tire,

That just want turn.

Passion can't melt,

A fire proof heart.

The flames go,

The flames go,

The flames go higher.

But the love will burn out,

Too far from the fire.

Written By:  Kenneth Compton

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