Kindled Spirits

I knew you before you were mine

When you belonged to another

For the world was not ready

To be tilted

Shifted into a new dimension

Cracked open by new truth

Red as the sunset

As the lights that colour the dance floor at our feet.

* * *

I thought I knew you

Your intimate soul told by wagging tongues

Meant as cautionary tales

Scheherazade of Sins

When I returned from long travels and caught up with the stories.

Forged in the crucible of failed love

Knowing more of my own worth

Seeking a flame to match my own

A true conflagration

Not the false heat of the electric heater love of the past

Where a broken fuse burned all down around me.

* * *

But I did not seek you still

So was unprepared

For the night your eyes met mine

And the world tilted

Shifted

And I was reborn in your eyes and you in mine

As the lights shifted red and words

Would not fall from my lips

To tell you my new truth as I looked into your eyes and whispered

Happy birthday.

* * *

Years later

The silver lines my hair and peppers your beard,

We are older

I am no wiser

When every day I look into your eyes

And see you anew

And love springs from the weathered stones of our marriage.

Love born from the spark of your eyes as they meet mine

Remembering the right the world shifted.

Flame coloured roses

Kindled Souls.