On the Flame of Love’s Embrace
If I could awaken from love’s dream
turn the mercury to a sliver
and hush the very breath that warmth and joy delivers…
If I could snuff the laughter
to a filtered pretend chuckle
and fasten tight the mystery with a hardened cut-steel buckle
If I harnessed dreams’ heart and hope
with a cold and cloudy stare
and turned my face from what is real,
if I could stop love there.
Soon the prickle of the cold
would turn my heart to grief,
if I awakened from the dream laid at my lover’s feet
And so this vision must remain
sweetly moving, gently nurtured
in the hope of love’s embrace
© Sandy Hibbard
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