The Calling

it’s the first breath
of a fresh summer night,
when the heat of the firelight
calls out in the dark.

but the one who calls me tonight
isn’t the fire
i am drawn close to you
by the pure heart of mine.

the warmth of the fire
you may feel,
but the fire that lights up in you
i may feel.

and the flame before us
burns so bright,
then i see
the light of your colors.

simple words and simple feelings
you may feel,
but the blessing that blesses the night
i may feel.

and the dancing flame
we witness its colors,
but the call is to me
to witness your colors.

it’s the first breath
of a fresh summer night,
when the heat of the firelight
warms up the dark.

the fire dances till its end,
as nothing lasts,
and i just happen to meet you there
and let the moment pass.

… and the night
was just complete,

and we
were just … perfect.