sometimes
i want things to be
different
like when
i watch you
drawing almonds
and tear drops
and flames
in the sand
or when you
enjoy copland
just that way
and you hum
the songs
that say
the things
you won’t
or when we talk
just enough
to know
that we are
different
i want things to be
sometimes
Under twinkling stars in a Florida night,
brought together by an unseen hand,
two sticks dance and twist and sparks ignite
a tiny flame that needs to be fanned.
Pines and oaks gather ‘round a campfire ring
and fireflies blink and wink in the dark.
Pine needles and smiles provide kindling
and the campground sees the very first spark.
With sparkler kisses the flames ignite
and fireworks set the whole sky ablaze.
In July heat explosions burn bright
and nights can be warmer than days.
With a burst of love the fire crackles and snaps
as branches and limbs intertwine.
The flames can now relax and collapse
and the campfire can finally shine.
It gives needed warmth to St. Augustine nights
which grow cold as the winter comes near.
Under evergreeen firs dressed in Christmas lights
the light of forever is clear.
Trees lean in to lend a hand
with shimmering decorations.
A question is popped under glimmering strands
giving life to sparkling sensations.
It’s now a true fire with brilliant red embers
needing stoking and tending to rise
For this flame will last many more Decembers
with laughter alight in their eyes.
Now family and friends add logs to the fire
and fan a blaze that continues to grow.
With love and support the flames will get higher
so that everyone basks in the glow.