Flame Solitaire
Angels dance ‘round to the glad sound,
Of your sweet voice on the air,
And remember the bright ember,
Of your love's flame, solitaire:
The bright birthright of the dawn’s light,
That no shadow may forswear.
None may erase what I embrace,
As my heart becomes aware,
Of our sojourn, and the slow burn,
When our passion, dazzling, rare,
Shares ignition and fruition,
Evermore and ev’rywhere.
Mick McKellar
June 2014
When true love kindles, the angels dance.
Mick
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