Fire

The smell of smoke, it clings to me
Though years have passed till I saw fires
And as the ash rose above our heads
We gave in to our coldest desires

The voice of hurt, it sings to me
Through the frozen glass and frosted panes
Still burning behind long lost lamps
But all their light shall be in vain

The hand of fate, it flings to me
Shattered roses and thorns so bright
Their wasted tears shine through the night
Stronger than anything.

Looking back, all I can see
Are the abandoned feelings lost in abandoned flames
Too soon, so I took flight, too scared to tame.
Now too different to try and feel again.

But when there is nothing in between.
There stands a person, not of smoke or mirrors
But of truth. And for once the fog it clears
And reality, it appears.
And for once, after all these years
A heart can be seen.

The sense of you, it brings to me
The greatest warmth and yet only the smallest touch
The aching burns and yet I am happy such
Yet I hope for more than I can be
But, like you, it's
Just enough. And not too much.