Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Love for a Pretty Girl




A queen, a gem, a rare artifact I possess

Savored, worshipped, for purposes unsaid

Protect sacred thoughts just in case

Should it arrive, the moment I’m erased?

Never quite losing but I find myself floored

With thoughts and fears of hearing closed doors


The light I have burns bright and thick

Forever, when some go, this light loses wick

Ripe pain of loss still fuels my flame

Lighter it burns, when I scream out your name

I must be hopeful that my flame is enough

That can give you back the love that you’ve snuffed

If my flame and fire burns while I search

Know that I loved every day on this earth


Randy Sturridge

2 comments:

Fred said...

Randy, good to see you back in action-missed seeing new posts. Anyhow this is really a great first piece back. The theme is obviously meaningful, but what I enjoyed the most was the consistency of imagery throughout and a few really nice snippets of word play, esp. Lighter it burns. Great job.

Shobhit said...

"If my flame and fire burns while I search

Know that I loved every day on this earth"

Loved these lines

Shobhit
http://realizations-eachday.blogspot.com/2011/10/100-goodbyes.html