I remember quick and strong
When sexual tension was only wars with sticks in our forest kingdom.
I remember the glistening matte finish on magic cards before they retired-
I remember the fire.
I remember learning mean
When fights were done with fists and love was unrequited
When letters were left in desks and French kissing was what inspired
I remember the fire.
I remember the struggle
Of becoming a young Adonis and finding out it meant little to the world in love
I remember playing a character on a stage of dreams and I inspired!
I remember the fire.
I remember traveling
And wandering the world seeking my place.
I remember love of fine drink and intoxicating fantasy in reality
Waking up completely surrounded and utterly alone
Far away from home looking for a new home
Dying not to ask and still having money wired
I remember the fire.
I remember the tiny face that changed my world
His alien, black eyes waking from a cacooned sleep in a prison of maternal ecstacy
I remember never loving his mother more as she perspired-
I remember the fire.
Then fires embered in the consequential silence
Lack of money and adventure caused a need for details to inspire
I forgot the fire
And we stayed inside like cold, rainy days in the fire
Where we waited for life
And now waited for death
And with nothing to retire
We had to work with no reward
And further quench the fire.
Now sitting with flint and kindling
Forgetting about the matches and gasoline
I've lost the advantage of youth:
I've lost the inspiration and the elation
Trading it for castles, fear of failure and a few dollars to retire-
I remember the fire.
