Warmth of Fire
Across the distance
Your pain
I can still feel
Even though we've only met through words.
My heart cries
As words
That you have written
Are displayed across my screen in black and white bluntness.
I am lost
Not knowing
How I could comfort
One with whom more than words are passed in blank silence.
So very close
Are we
That my fingers fail
When what they give are what you desire the most.
My best efforts
Naive fumblings
To try and comprehend
The magnitude of your loss when I have never so suffered.
I'm your fire
A beacon
Toward which you strive
A flame which shall forever burn as a reminder of my love.
Again I fail
To say
The things that press
Within my heart most strongly and cry to be set free.
Always my love
Shall reside
With in your reach
For those times when you shall so wish to be enfolded in love's pure flame.
copyright 1999 Janelle K. Vargas