The Two Together

Both fire and pure desire burn bright..   
when denied - both die.
Both love's candle and passion's flame  
 pale in light to this   
solitary pyre of ire.   
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Just let me say goodbye, one more time.  
Just let me try.  
Luck was the wind that brought our sails together.  
Why won't it blow? Where did it go?  
I know you're gone.  
I know, I know.  

I know now that I am    
What I feared I was, 
Stupid, weak, and alone.    
 

Something terrible has ended, something more terrible has begun. Lonliness echos the memory of the sound of your voice. Goodbye, in just the way I wanted, may take a lifetime. Death then, come swift and sure. Help me finish what I've begun. Help me to finally be what I've already become. 

If you want something, you have to want it more than absolutely anything else. That was the way that I wanted you. My deep dark secret was that I wanted you more than anything, more than life itself.  I wanted to keep you and love you. 

How many, many times did I imagine the look of your lips and the touch of your smile. Imagination... the gateway to the very center of the soul. I wanted to take you, to capture your imagination and set open wide its gates.

What should I want now?    
Can you imagine wanting anything better? 

When you chose instead another gate    
I saw now only an empty cage.    
What a terrible and lonely thing -     
A thing with no purpose. 
 

Love knows no limits   
no boundaries. 
It is a complete,    
consuming passion, 
a fire in which we have no other desire but to be burned.

This punishment is of my own devising,   
and like a hand to the fire   
I hold myself to it, as if my    
flesh to tame, and  my soul - purify.

But what of this fire, a trial so little when started,   
Whether trial or error fatal, stick by tiny stick   
or tender tinder (like the secret given),   
the fire learned anew its ancient power. 

No longer simple test or trial,   
by fire we are all consumed.
How many more create their own pyre,   
then dance with its licking light? 

Awake. This fire is out.   
All that remains - doubt   
that a fire here could ever start
Soot solidified soul - wet and dark. 

Never forget...   
For one shining moment you were it.  
You were the brightest star in my dark sky.  
And of all the wishes, mays and mights  
That tempted trip, then fall from my lips,  
I wish I'd never seen the day, the dawning  
That revealed the frailty of your light.