Poem Shards

 
Forgot Me Not
  Writing the poem about the bonfire of 
    love being like the 
       fire that does not consume itself
           the poet felt that some might
              feel troubled as if the correlation
           of someone being  akin to 
              That Other Fire that Does not Consume Itself.

  So the thought about the consequences of poem snot
    like the pen broke while he was trying to write while driving
       the fire of idea burning away like the wetness of the road from the night mists condensing.
     Isn't the soul love that peoople need to hush
       a product as well of
             That Other Fire?

  That Other Fire
      does not demand we release the pain
       if we need it to get along with the next phase, running phase of the moon,
     phasse of the clouds as they rush along?
  During the day the drama is not as complete
    but at this midnight time
       the sound of you
          calls the wild hope of what 
           does not get said
       only one word is needed -
   The Word.
     They feel it when they are together
        and it needs no other name.

  So he thinks about the poems that he wrote in the car on the way home
      and wonders if they are any good.
  Is this poem any good?
      Surity in the dark forests of night
   and the intermitent moon,
      the rushing wind which sways the trees.

      Heart break has no  place here
        except as a game
           that toughens you up, 
   touch me not.

      from poem page 150