Hers is a heart that cannot,
and should not,
be caged or controlled,
for it burns at it's brightest
when it is free,
when She has the space
to be herself
in all Her glorious wildness,
and should not,
be caged or controlled,
for it burns at it's brightest
when it is free,
when She has the space
to be herself
in all Her glorious wildness,
And when She burns at Her brightest
I can only hope to be close enough
to feel Her heat,
and maybe,
have an ember or two fall into my waiting hands.
I can only hope to be close enough
to feel Her heat,
and maybe,
have an ember or two fall into my waiting hands.
~O~
Martin G. King © 2014
Image sourced on Google Images (all rights remain with the creator)
Image sourced on Google Images (all rights remain with the creator)
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