Conflagration

Afterwards I googled my heart out but found to my vast surprise nothing, not a thing monumentally extremely or even a little historical was reported as having happened on that lovely spring day I went for a riverside walk and saw a bedazzling miracle come to pass right before my eyes . . I met a beautiful man with golden eyes and I tripped and I stumbled and I ..............................f ............................e ..........................l ........................l headlonginto ........................l ..........................o .............................v ...............................e and every glorious sultry day and every flowerblossom night since I have suffered from this miracle called love . . Love, sweet love, it's almost not worth all this heart-burning, is it? the wandering around in fields of golden sunshine the lip-sizzling, tossing-turning in bed nights the caught up in the hot summertimeness of all this longing to belong passion and this dizzy loss of sanity... what surrounds lovers everyday is a miracle, the earth we walk on is a miracle, its very birth out of the void is a miracle, the air we breathe is a miracle but love is fire and as such will cease to be someday its sparks and its embers will fade away and we will learn day by day how it is to continue on with life when nightfall has no moon rise in our heart But even knowing all this, do we ever walk away from love? No, we fall headlong and fling ourselves into its miraculous fire.........................and burn . .................................© by susan williams ........................................3/28/2016