The Fire Place
A Poem of Inspiration
It’s an early October day. The sky is depressing gray. There’s a slight chill in the air; a winter’s warning some declare.
Good time to sit inside by the fireplace. Soft music is on; small dogs rest by my side; enjoying a D.Q. blizzard called pumpkin-pie.
Orange-yellow flames dance, twist, and glimmer. Energy: powerful, primitive, warm, shimmers.
My body sways to the melodic pulse and crack of sharp, light-swords. Time becomes suspended. No worry and stress at the fireplace: only joy, peace, and comfort unended.
My heartbeat slows as spirit rises; eyelids grow heavy as the fire burns ablaze.
Warmth amplified by beloved pets and mellow music. Colors of heat beckon relief and invite restful sleep.
Memories triggered by holiday fun; visions of family gatherings yet to come. Love lives here with passion, desire, magic for some.
The red, amber-light whispers and enfolds; my breathing slows.
Such power is resplendent at the fireplace: hope, faith, gratitude float into awareness and consciousness. Darkness, gloom and doom are kept at bay; true radiance beyond all that I can say.
Flute music enhances the emotional flow. My soul drums on in sync with the eternal movement of ancient illuminations that won’t cease to grow.
Spend time with me at the fireplace. Lay your troubles down. Discover the mystery and a secret profound: firelight reflects the life-force that inspires, protects, and sets us free to live on in a cool, purple flame of forever more.
Sit back; kick-back. Rest awhile: at the fireplace.
- Poetry Slam Eby Way
All aboard; we’re taking a trip. Come fly with me; let your spirit soar. Onward to a mystical host: the rustic, majestic, Oregon coast.