Bonfire Blaze

The night is cold

And I’ve no fire

The frigid air

Cuts like a knife, where

Through my bones

Into my soul

I’m absent warmth

I sit alone

The dark is silent

Echoing

Preying creatures

My heartbeat

I’m without light

I cannot see

Eve’s darkened void

Envelopes me

Across the eerie scape

The flicker of a flame, alas!

I wander through the emptiness

To end my chill by fire, at last

The gathering of sticks and wood

Quill & ink their match; desire

Kindling a warmth to share

Their bonfire blaze; a warm campfire

Words I’d locked away in darkness

Expressionless, their tomb too deep

Have found their voice, a light has dawned

In radiance of their poetry