You are a Fire

I can see your cinders.

I can smell your smoke.

Everything about you seems real,

So why am I not burning?

You light the empty night,

and spit lovely little sparks.

But the instant I am touched,

I only feel cold.

Ruby red, with purity too.

Why am I not on fire with you?

I know others are around,

who must feel your heartfelt flame,

But obviously I'm outside,

of your firey grasp.

Was it the gods above,

or simply human fate,

that drove us apart,

before we were together.

A thousand miles away, before I even knew,

Why am I not on fire with you?

However sad,

and filled with pity too.

The worst thing of all,

is that I feel little for you.

You know love, sublime,

that burns brighter then a flare,

I eny that raw emotion,

But eny does not connection make.

Unfortunatly, I know that it's true,

Why I am not on fire with you.

But do not feel,

that I seek to extinguish your heart,

Or that I resent,

The bonfire that is you.

I weep at skin that was never scarred,

At a past that will never be.

I rejoice at the heat you radiate,

A flame that I pray will never die.

And one day, a voice will say, from out of the blue,

"Why am I not on fire with you?"