Wednesday 4 July 2018

Fire


In quietness, 
I am thorough blue.
Violent crimson, 
in muddled chaos.
My resolve to touch Him, 
sets off a trail.
Ironically, accompanied by
His gentle glow.

I sprint relentlessly,
unapologetic, mad, 
like wildfire 
you’ve only heard of.
Too hot it may be, 
trust me, 
to bar me with 
your bare hands now.


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