Fireplace
A warm running Fireplace had to stay
Love was needed and some hugs right away
It was fifty shades of grey just without the grey
Flames flickering tonight but not today
Embracing the night below zero, I had to say
“I could never leave and walk out with dismay”
Above the Fireplace stood my portrait to portray
The inner feelings of an image pressed on replay
The fire burned the words which the picture had to convey
A twisted fairytale of colors painted in the month of May
On a table placed gently on a silver tray
Could it be wine, two glasses, maybe a bottle of Chardonnay?
It started with sparks of fire, growing stronger day by day
Temperatures rising, the fireplace was ready by Friday
A cozy room, thermal blankets and the wreath on the doorway
Things could not be this good cuddled up in Norway
The lingering smell of burning wood set the mood on the twelfth day
Unexplainable feelings left no room for word play
Silence was ideal to kneel, hands up to pray
Something that should be habitual and not only on Holy Thursday
Thankful and grateful to have one thing, I must not say
If all thoughts were listed it would be longer than an essay
So many words to express that only time can serve as an entrée
The Fireplace stays long ignited passed the holidays
Nothing can freeze the flames cold anyway
The symbol so powerful hold no secrets locked away
As wood burns the ashes pile up like a black ashtray
Bonds strong and intertwined like fire’s red vibrant colors, not Valentine’s Day
Positive thoughts run wild never wanting to complete the relay
A never ending theatrical dance like performances on Broadway
This meaning is deeper, though hesitant and simple to betray
Because the Fireplace must be fed to continue the beautiful display
All efforts are worthwhile to achieve smiles like on a child’s 6th birthday
To celebrate life and the joy of being on the right pathway
Now the hour strikes to close the fire’s doors as snow falls on the black driveway
Staring at the twisted portrait it has changed since Sunday
No more colors, but only an image of two electric smiles for the future someday
Contemplating the Fireplace below in a living room faded grey