The Fire That Caught My Soul

Glistening eyes 

Of him

Drowns me in 

His love.

Gentle is his

Moves that

I fall for.

That tweed he 

Carried, is for both.

For that shivering me

Was in his 

Lap like that of a

Kindergarten kiddo.

His eyelids gave a 

Glimpse of the past

He left behind.

I knew it's not 

Me, still in my dreams

I hold him closer.

The break of day 

Alarmed us it's high time,

A road to be chosen,

All the left out bogies

Were empty inside,

Although having some

Dufflers without a heart.

No one there

To read my heart.

All I have is him, and

Those fire death counts.

Bodies of newly weds,

Teens, middle aged, oldies,

My granny laying down 

With unfulfilled wishes.

I asked myself 

"What should I do"?

My soul cried for those

Jolly faces who ones 

Were my only strength.

But my heart visioned

This is not the end,

And I walked 

Upon his footprints.

He too was a new one 

Into this, for his strength,

His love, his infant one

Were all a victim.

Now we own

Our strength, 

I still fall for him the

Way I fell on the 

Day my soul caught fire.