A Puddle Burns Fire

Sits in a puddle she does – burning fire.

Waiting for the day

Time and patience is the enemy to defeat now.

Reward to reap is,
So very deep

Inside her puddle burning fire
While wrapped in every ending nerve

Electrified and alive like never before.

And breath in tune lives in sync,
power in two
beyond compare.

A perfect match?

An imperfect hour.

But two make one.

Timing mocks me.
How dare I and you.

I haven’t much stretched my poetry muscles since I started the blog.. seems like I’m branching out these days.  Inspired by a crazy unexpected meeting and friendship that kick-started my heart a bit.  Nice to know it still can beat so fast I get dizzy. Whatever the future holds its amazing to feel so alive.

Goodnight, love, encouragement and blessings.



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