Campfire...

This is something I wrote earlier this year, I would say about six months ago. I thought I'd share it...

Campfire...

Kindling, shredded bark, light and gentle things that staged your beginning.
Stone and Clay, cold and solid as I could possibly be - to try...
Try to be befitting.

We existed without knowing the other.
The fuel burned only in other camps.
This tiny spot of Earth that is me tried to hold what I could, but in the end
All I had was only dust, ashes and ants.

The spark! The ignition that no one saw coming except for the Makers of the
Campfire.
Twinkling light, fragile, unpredictable, free
You grow and flicker, getting brighter and higher.

A sensation I've felt only a few times before
An energy radiating of which I contain.
The fire remains free, but will always be safe in my arms of stone.
The flames will rise and drop,
the heat surge and stop
And nothing will ever be the same.

My base cannot feel this all by itself
For it needs the fuel, it needs the spark
Your inferno can wander,
your life can roam.
But what could I do?
I'm permanent.
Here to stay, leaving my mark.

For a short time, we become one.
You are a Campfire.
I am a Campfire.
We are the Campfire.

The flames die down, and the glow is deep red.
And I am saddened that we cannot play any longer.
I cry out to the Makers,
but my voice is too low.
Just a whisper, just a vibration.
Not even noticed, although in my heart I'm SCREAMING...Longing...

You are much more vocal that I could be.
You pop. You snap. You shift and stir.
You are seen and very much heard.
And I hold you up, hold you close, hold you onto me.

Don't leave me, flame.
Don't leave me, Campfire...
I'm here. I'm holding you. I won't let you go.
Your heat is a part of me, and is in me.
Don't leave me, Campfire.

I feel that you hear me
I hear you settle out.
I only see embers, and I'm terrified
to lose something so unique,
to lose half of what we're called...
To be cold. To be alone. To be scared.

You have all but left me.
I gently cradle anything left.
The embers hard to see with white ash and black soot.
I throw the rest of my heat - Your heat that you gave me - back into you
Come back! Come back....I miss you so much.

I am cold now. I am dark.
I am alone now, I am rock.
The Earth that makes up who I am
will never be the same.
Tempered, yet deserted. Never the same..
Never the same.

Taking steps back, we see ourselves sitting
in chairs next to the Campfire.
We imagined and spoke of the beauty of Two.
And what could happen...

If we became like one - and were a campfire.