By Carletta Autrey
The flames are like billows of the sea.
They flicker boldly from within
Gushing through the inevitable air, so free,
But without inspiration, it shall descend.
Flames will flow like balzes beyond limit,
Containing mere fathoms of our eternity,
Striving to burn the brush of sentiment,
While forever lasting in mystery.
Yet fire our consistent warmth,
It shall always contain beauty
As in the rivers of our soul,
It will be over, hotter than coals.