A flame burns its might in a crystal ball –
In your warm gaze;
In your gentle glow;
Simmering over now, above
and below.
We can heal our wounds:
With every caress,
You lay on fire,
Your heart to undress;
In our arms
We find our peace –
A place where we
find our final release.
A spark ignites the night;
It’s in your tender touch
that I find my love,
your comfort and trust;
It’s in this moment’s flame
that we can heal again:
The scar that burns.
Robert Walker 