The Hidden Flame
You moved like rising smoke,
Shifting through my thoughts,
Never still for long,
Never easy to forget.
Your eyes held secret places,
Dark corners filled with fire,
I followed without question,
As if my steps were yours.
Your voice changed the wind,
Calm in one slow breath,
Wild in the next heartbeat,
Confusing and pulling me near.
I tried to read your silence,
I tried to trace your fears,
Yet every time I reached,
You slipped through like mist.
Still your presence stayed,
Even when you turned away,
A flame without a source,
A burn without a name.
You held me with confusion,
You touched me with intent,
I felt your hidden longing,
Even when you hid your heart.
Days passed like wandering smoke,
Nights clung tight to you,
I lost myself in wanting,
A truth I never spoke.
Though you remain a mystery,
A fire without an end,
My love still keeps your ember,
Alive through every dusk.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (1)
This seems to be a poem of unrequited love and/or friendship. Good work.