FRoZeN FLaMeS

Twilight..

That mysterious part of the day,

When the mind, like a sorcerer

Retrieves lost memories

Of a pair of Dark eyes

Daunting, yet inviting

As I lost myself

Into their twin depths;

Wild untamed passion,

Flames of passion

Transformed into words,

Into secret whispers

Ringing in my ears;

Of a touch:

More subtle than a feather's kiss,

Yet more lasting

In the pages of my thoughts;

Of the warm breath

Washing over me,

Expelling the cold

In seconds..

..Those seconds,

When I could hear my own heart beat,

Counting the minutes,

The days, the years..

And now,

The Sun has gone;

Leaving behind

A moonless night;

Phantoms from the Past

Are all that remain,

Of Broken Hearts

And Frozen Flames