fiamma, metamorphosis by Indigo TempestaFiamma, do not forget your joys and I'll not forget mine.
I've missed you these five years-- where have you been? You've gone so far from home; destruction, I think, has given you wings.
For you have been a butterfly, fiamma, a butterfly aflame in my spirit, my spirit aching for you.
I dreamed I saw you, white and screaming, I tried to hold you but you only saw flames, you wailed despair;
I wish I could have nailed you down in that dream. A butterfly, a corpus christi of violence See you are not alone, fiamma, see, see me, see me loving you, see, god, see this lump in my throat after five years!
and even if they make me pay I will remember
for memory is my only wings; I wish only to keep pace with your errant flight. You will not know me; perhaps this flight will be our last dance(may it last forever); but I will worship every brilliant moment I witness
In dark you will guide me as you burn
I promise you: I will not let you lose your memory
and you'll not let me lose my joys,
fiamma; I'll not forget mine. 07/02/2003 Author's Note: One more in the fiamma cycle...
Posted on 07/02/2003 Copyright © 2025 Indigo Tempesta
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