LOVE BURNS ETERNAL
closed the door
at each day’s end,
his mind would return
to the one who’d lit his
heart with the magic of fire
-flies; a love that did not fall short
of his dreams, for that is where love lives.
It’s when he would sleep, he’d rest in her arms.
Then the time came to close the door on the
midnight of his dreams, a place where her
fanciful flight of fireflies had
lit the path of each foot fall,
guiding them around all
turns and obstacles.
Shared at 1Sojournal for NaPoWriMo – Day 27.