Little Flame

Little flame, you desperate fire!

Never were much of a liar, 

blaming tears of  your desire 

for this empty sky, your shire.

Now you're sinking....

shrinking deeper in your thoughts, 

memories about a distant time,

when your heart was not yet lost.

You remember, 
oh the tender 
summer earth embracing

when a silent raindrop,
  desperately was chasing

chasing after what was yours
 honest heart with open doors.

Summer love, such fragile magic
always singing
always dancing!

up until, oh no! how tragic!
Thought of you our little rain

as its own flesh and blood
causing sorrow and much pain
never yet to be forgot.

And despair filled up and drank you 

drank you down

now, growing smaller

feeling hurt and out of power.

Out of blue came flying later

that once so foolish raindrop 

somehow

truth now speaking to our

little desperate flame

who, again the magic feeling

slowly and so gently seeing
 love's sweetest light and glow.

Lasting did it not that long..

just some hours 

then the drop

vanished back into blue gold!

And the fire strong and bold!

never wanting to go off...

Dreaming, waiting, longing 

up until

the wind came blowing

and so gently yet disturbing 

charmed our little flame in leaving

dreams of water and of hope

to the realm of magic and the sort.

It's not real, it whispered to its glowing ears,

foolish fire, don't you see? 

you need air 

and nothing else 

to be.

Somehow sad but somehow

not?

Now our little flame was flying 

 high above through ancient storms,
learning all there is of hearts and lying,
more and more
and never crying.

 Time seemed still

yet, going on

and our hungry soul of fire

always grasping

with desire 

towards air its only shire.

But the air went out, 

coldly sending it to the ground!

Smashing its desperate heart against the empty sand.

leaving nothing but an empty soul at hand.

Where once our flame was
 now,

sparks were slowly dying like the stars.

where once our desperate fire burned

now,

sweet to bitter turned...

Desperate flame, you little fire

have been fooled by skinny liar.

Forgotten still, you have not

About the magic bringing rain

whose memory now washed away

all this cruel and bitter pain.

Little fire growing stronger, 

brighter!

Smiling, singing, being fire.
Soon and without warning

Ocean's water came down 

falling, loving, longing 

always hoping

for your  honest heart, 
that it once had touched.

Seeing but yet not believing

scared you were for your life,

so instead of love and magic 

chosen have you,

putting out this might of water 

water that was once your heart.

But the water did not die,

nor did it go to the sky.

Turned to ice it has

and now

Little fire you desperate flame

shall you freeze all through 

with blame!