Strike A Match

a poem by thenorm

 

Go on, strike a match -

Light a fire in my soul.

The wind blows through

My hair as the flames

Begin to roll.

Go on, strike a match -

Light a fire in my soul.

Watch the flames falter,

Flicker, as they begin to grow.

The burning embers

Egg me on,

Engulfing me,

Encouraging me.

Go on, strike a match -

Light a fire in my soul.

The winter wind whispers

Through the trees with sweet delight.

The sky is dark, it's hard to tell

Morning, noon, or night.

But go on-

Strike that match.

Light that fire in my soul.

Deep inside, a candle burns

And the light begins to grow.