Ember Stored

 

Then....

  If I oblige you...

     Will you come into the 3D? 

Step into a vortex with me...

 and let the world spin around. 

Will you evade secret channels, 

  and come into the light? 

Will you let me show you, 

  the meaning of safe and sound? 

Oh no...

  I know. I know you will wrath with me. War bound and all. 

  But if you pretend for moments on end...

You might find you don't know IT all. 

If I am the Magick...

   and you the Mystery...

and there is a mirror between us...

Can not union be found, 

  In an unimagined wholeness? 

Do not you reflect bouts of me, 

  and I, a masked & mirrored image? 

Is not it streamlined beneath, 

  as you step into Your image? 

You laugh. 

  and I fawn. 

No newness in our dance. 

Unearthed like touch upon my skin. Subliminal. 

  Nothing faint at all. 

Butterflied to the core...

An outreach and a fall. 

If not for you, 

  Divine thing....

In all the stupor we'd reflect...

If not for you...

  Little flame...

I might have been left for dead. 

  Ey, but struck...

So 

  long ago...

A tiny ember kept. 

Stored away in my vault and soul...

   It was love 

That kept me wet. 

Hydrated. Blood still in my veins. 

Pulse, unshy of steam...

  and when I had no muster left...

It was you who'd find me, 

  In my dreams. 

and the ember flickered. 

  The air dancing your name. 

You know I loved to hate you. 

  You know I've loved, 

        None the same.