Burning Thoughts

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Where art thou hiding --
perhaps, 'neath a lonely willow . . .
maybe amongst its swaying tendrils?

Or near the shadow's edge --
where darkness threatens thy way . . .
Come, awaken thy slumbering heart!

Where art thou, I cry forth--
to the shy, grey fox crouching low . . .
Are you there, betwixt those briars cold?

O come now, sweet lover of flame --
perplex a lux of reason for me . . .
I beg thee, come torch my shadow-box of poetry!

 
[at least then I shan't read what used to be]

© 2016 blue angel