Fire

At the top of the world
looking out,
among the grass,
the trees
and fog.
There is you and only you.

You, with the fiery red hair.
The laugh,
the smile.
The you that I know not so well,
the you that I want to know, oh so well.
Inside
and out.
How your mind works
how it ticks
what makes your sense of humor
click.

Without you
here on this hill
the world looks differently.
Through a veil of red.
Curly,
on fire,
on my mind,
steeped in my life.
I long to see
a red escapee
on my bed
upon my pillow.
A reminder of you,
proof that you were here with me.
Not just another one of my hopeful fantasies.

I a world filled with sharp, red, vivid tones,
the green of the trees and grass are embarrassed to call this home.
The fire takes over the night and the beginning of the day,
leaving me with the thought
will this fire, ever
ever,
go away?

The fire.
The beautiful red
within me.
In my mind,
in my eyes.
It.
And thoughts of you
my dear,
will never die.

-C. Martin